Offer

 

Linking up with Five Minute Friday, and sharing normal life…

Change or job loss can be big time hurdles these days. Are you too young? Too old for a job? What if you are at retirement age and you still want to work or have to work? If you live in a depressed area, as we do, it adds to the tension.

Sometimes the job change involves moving…

We’ve been in that wondering stage for several months now and still have only a few answers. How can you plan ahead? For us, this job change involves moving…again. We’ve moved here just one year ago. With our future hanging in front of us as a monumental question mark, I can’t sleep, I stress, (no I didn’t binge on Easter peeps!) but I realize none of this is my fault and I can’t hurry up the answers.

 

I’ve been reading Praying the Promises of the Cross for forty days. It is a Lenten study which has been directing my thoughts to what Christ did on the cross for me. It has been a time of quiet focus. He offered himself on the cross for us. I cannot fathom what it was to carry all the sins of the world on himself.

Whatever is the new job for my husband, I want to be always in the mindset of offering myself to what Christ has chosen for me.

 

There are times in life when your decisions do not mesh with your parents, wife, husband, or coworker. What do you do in these circumstances? What do you do while you are waiting? Sometimes you can’t wait on a decision. Some things are time sensitive and a decision must be made quickly, even if it means a huge adjustment for you.

 

Have you ever been in a position when a decision needs to be made and you don’t agree with your husband? I’ll be honest and say that’s right where I am right now. So, what do I do?

 

Offer myself to Christ. I want this to go his way.

 

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I’m sharing from Five Minute Friday…

Part of the launch team!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I was about eleven years old, my parents moved us to a larger house and I can remember vividly crying my eyes out for weeks. I was the only girl in our little neighborhood, but one who was two years younger. We were best friends.

 

We moved out of county and I went to another school. It was the end of my life. I was terribly shy and awkward, and had just finished fourth grade. School was a scary place.

 

Years later, as a pastor’s wife we moved several times. Moving from place to place became the place God was sending us to…next. I tried hard to make the children comfortable, but some moves turned out downright hard. In fact, they seemed wrong for us.  But in most places, I dug the earth to plant a garden, and flowers. If in planting I was not planted to that place, it would not plant my children there either.

 

We had missionaries and neighbors in our home. Family joined us for the holidays. We came together at the table, occasionally food was hastily thrown together, and always something I baked. Baking bread always made a place feel like home to me. And then, of course, popcorn with a movie.

 

Moving is difficult, but without the right attitude of making a place become home, there is a disconnect. God has a place for all of us, and we only need take hold of his gift. Life struggles are always there, but He is your place, your peace.