This week, I concluded was a giant lesson of monstrous proportions. It felt like one of those lessons like when I learned to cook. It required trust, patience, and a peace that passes all understanding. It all occurred as I began to reconstruct the kitchen in my house. From the get-go, the kitchen has been my least favorite room in the home. That being said, I was prepared and ready to make it adorable. And then it happened: water began to leak on my kitchen floor. Then the stove broke. Then the seal on the refrigerator was out. Then the washer decided to break. My hands went up and all I could do was laugh.
A dear friend and father in the Lord once spoke to me:
A dear friend and father in the Lord once spoke to me:
Home is where we have to live out what's in our hearts. Ministry begins at home.
I've always believed this, but truly began to see in the natural what was happening in the spiritual. There was change all around me. Some of it I could control, but most of it I couldn't control. All of this caused me to take a look back and to seek what was truly happening in my heart. I came to this conclusion: I had difficulty trusting. I had difficulty letting go and believing that God's timing was perfect.
Patience. Routine. Unexpected. Depth. Fulfillment.
These are the words for this week. Every situation required patience to the deepest core. It required my heart to take a step back from the routine--habitual occurrences. And in the moment that I stepped back, the unexpected happened. Help came through for my broken appliances. My kitchen began to evolve. Conversations happened. And peace came. A depth of peace that I had never known. My eyes were opened to how when I let go, fulfillment would occur.
And it did. So, this week and as I move forward into week 13, I choose to let it go.
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