I love this photo. Roughly translated it means that the “Warriors of Christ fight best on their knees.” What a thought! Someone commented that there is a lot of black in their vestments. Yes, there is. But it is worn as a sign of mourning or sadness, during Lent. And I love how beautiful the entire thing looks. I long to be there…instead of….
My house! I am decidedly going crazy right now, with the hectic pace of our moving looming over everything. My husband has 5 or so days left on his job, then we seriously pack up and move. We have one room upstairs almost totally empty; our poor son has no dresser or night stand in his room, and his bed is going soon, too. We have odds and ends to be rid of and we are all about cleaning out to the bare bones. The hectic, chaotic mess of a house torn apart, well, it really gets to me. I did not realize how much I like having everything in its place. Not necessarily white-glove clean, but neat. Having to step around and over things is getting to me. Right now, all my dishes (and I mean all) are on our counter top, waiting to be packed or sold. I cannot move in my kitchen. The bathrooms are great, so that is a place to hide away! Ha-Ha! My office is in total chaos and I still have to either pack or burn all the papers in there. We are trying to get rid of a large oak roll-top desk, so I need to empty it. So much in process; much done, but oh so much left to do!
And I find myself looking for solace and peace. The opening post photo is exemplary of what I need to be doing…fighting this battle on my knees. All of this is in God’s hands and I need to stop taking it back from him. Surrendering in prayer is what I need more of, not struggling with these things I need to pack, choices I need to make, and space bags to fill and flatten. I am not disposing myself to complete surrender, to just sit and wiggle my nose like Jeannie on the old TV show, and expect that everything will magically be packed and we will be on our way. It is more of a surrender to the Will of God in all things. This move included. All things.
Spending a few moments in prayer is worth all the chaos that may arise because of being absent to the chronos of life, and spending some kairos time with God. And those moments when you hear “a whisper of the Divine is glory beyond compare to all the content of a life lived apart from God.” This momentary interruption to having things in their place, and the quiet and contentment of living in your home where you feel like it is your place of solace, are all worth living in the light of God’s Will for us. Life is not about those years we engrave on our tombstones, but rather about the life in between those dates. A little chaos now and then makes the peace that much more sublime and rich. And as my kids keep reminding me, “Keep your eye on the prize.” Today, I am living that…God’s truly got this!