I find myself emotionally car-sick these days. When I was little, being motion sick in the car was a sure fire way to earn a seat in the middle of the back (on the “hump.”) Not the most coveted seat in the car, but the one that allowed a steady view of the road in front of us as we drove. The anti-venom for motion sickness is having something steady to focus on. The problem was that my little brother got more car-sick than I did – like, he actually threw up, while I just turned green – so he was the one who scored middle seat status, while I craned my neck around my mom or dad’s head rest to see out the front of the car. Families of seven require all sorts of compromise.
As a driver and mom, I’m the one at the wheel 85% of the time now. When I’m not there, I’m riding shotgun next to my honey. (My favorite place, since that means we can visit, he’s got the responsibility, and I control the radio. J) So, last weekend when we went to rural Florida for a family birthday and I rode in the back seat, I was surprised at the return of motion sickness. The highway was fine, but as soon as we got off and started driving toward the country, I was having 9-year-old car trip flashbacks. It’s embarrassing to have to ask your in-laws to stop the car, but wow did it feel good to walk around in the fresh air for a bit.
Life in our home has ramped up in the last month or so. There is plenty to focus on and even more to FEEL:
The house is under contract. (Imagine sentimental impact and gratitude.)
The long awaited kitchen cabinets in the new house linger…and so does our move date, making it an ever-moving target and tough to plan for. (Imagine a control freak freaking out.)
There is a spring break Clarkston vision trip for some fun Wesleyan families in the works, mid March. (Imagine wanting it to go so well and planning for 17.)
Both teenagers have spring sports. Did you know a Lacrosse team can cram 22 games into two months? Thank the Lord for only four track meets! (Imagine the food, calendar, laundry, and trips to school – your own life, probably.)
Our house has to be packed, sold, donated, stored, moved, and disposed of. At least 4,000 extra square feet of stuff has to go somewhere. (Imagine the decisions.) (By the way, do you want some?)
Oh, and we both have jobs. (No imagination here…jobs are way too normal and necessary.)
That Gospel Prayer is continuing to roll over and over in my head. I keep coming back to trust as so basic. Do I trust Him? Do I believe Him? Do I believe HIM and not the system, my works, the earning, the effort, or the image? Romans 1:17 says, “He who through faith is righteous shall LIVE.” Life. Through faith. That’s all. One steady gaze.
This month (well, most months) make me think that I can get said LIFE through a to do list, or a well planned series of meals, or a perfectly orchestrated day of events with a little Jesus thrown in. Often this philosophy leaves me emotionally motion sick as my gaze shifts all over the place and my emotions sluggishly pull behind my gaze in a disorienting, stomach-rumbling sort of a way.
Life through faith. Because His righteousness is accomplished and certain and mine is filthy and disorienting. I’ve got to fix my eyes on Him, because He is enough, especially in the chaos.
Hebrews 12:2 says that we fix our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.
He walked in faith. He pioneered fixing His gaze. He perfected faith because I cannot.
So, my prayer this month is that the distractions of this move would not cause me to be emotionally motion sick. I pray that I would fix my gaze on Jesus and LIVE because of His pioneering faith. Experience rest in the hard work rather than distraction in the chaos. Through faith.
Sort of like riding shotgun with my honey.