We don’t do change well.
It’s a season of building and that’s a good thing.
God’s pretty excited about that.
But I gotta be honest, he might be the only one.
My friends have had some rough days making the transition.
I’ve had some rough days too.
Because coming out of a season of dreaming with God is just plain, rough.
It’s rough believing that there is purpose in the mundane after God has taken your heart to some pretty amazing mountaintops. It’s rough believing that the daily grind does have a purpose. And it’s rough believing that we are building towards those mountaintops with every minute that ticks by.
Experiencing the adjustment from the miraculous into a season of sowing is maybe one of the most awkward changes for the human heart.
But this is the season that separates the spiritual babies from the grown-ups. . . or at least the teenagers.
God is taking us from doing for us to helping us do for ourselves.
We get to own it.
That’s why he’s so excited.
We are growing.
And I can understand that, sort of.
I’ve been teaching my kids to pick up their toys. . . I did say, sort of.
This is no small thing in our house.
Stepping on Legos in the middle of the night is like – like, well, it’s horrible okay. I’ve got no analogies. It’s just like stepping on a Lego in the middle of the night sounds. Painful.
So really in my world, this is kind of a big deal.
And when they pick up their toys on their own initiative, it’s exciting for me. Maybe not so thrilling for them, but they are learning, they are getting it.
Makes me want to do a touch-down dance.
They, however, think picking up toys is boring and haven’t quite figured out that the word “mom” and “maid” are not synonymous in any language.
Side note: If I’m wrong, and some isolated tribe somewhere in the world has a word that means both, please don’t correct me.
Neither my kids or I need to know that. . .ever.
NOBODY. ANYWHERE. NEEDS. TO. KNOW. THAT. EVER.
But the point is, that my kids are moving from having me pick up their toys to a place of learning to pick up their own toys.
Guess what, we are too.
We are growing.
This is where faithfulness is key.
Don’t lose your grip on Love and Loyalty.
Tie them around your neck; carve their initials on your heart.
Proverbs 3:3 (The Message)
Make that fruit of the spirit your bestest buddy.
And I know that faithfulness/loyalty is like the apple as far as fruits of the spirit go.
You know, it’s like the everyday fruit. Kinda boring because it’s there all the time.
Oh look, there’s an apple. There’s another one. And another. And another.
It’s not exciting like the kiwi or pineapple.
I wonder if it ever gets jealous.
But faithfulness is that everyday fruit that nobody really misses until it’s not there.
I mean really, what would the world be like without apples?
What would life be like without faithfulness?
That steady resolve to show up and do your best day in and day out.
What if nobody showed up for work unless they felt like it?
What if parents were only parents when it was convenient?
What if. . . ?
There is no growing and no touch-down dance without faithfulness.
So hang in there.
Keep doing what you’re doing.
And practice your victory dance in your free time.
It’ll come in handy someday.