The dogs I live with are so nervous. They know something is happening but they don't know what it is. There are boxes everywhere. Jason is busy. They are in the habit of sleeping most of the day, getting excited when Jason comes home, and then going to bed pretty shortly after that. I think some of their stress is because they are tired. They HAVE to get up and follow Jason when he leaves the room. He is leaving the room a lot as we are making all of our preparations for Tuesday.
We spent a couple of nights at my nieces house because her daughter was there with the baby! I got some squeezes and some play time. She is so precious. She is also out of her routine and rhythm. She is nervous because she is not sure what is going to happen next. She has to follow her mom and dad when they leave the room. It is very nerve wracking!
It is change. It is different people, routines, time zones, and all they seem to want is to know what is going to happen next. Don't we all?
As we are in a season of change, might we be fully present in the moment we are in? Might we accept the changes, lean into them, and find ourselves blessed beyond measure. Lyra-the baby discovered while we there that she did not have to follow her parents around. She got a lot of new love and attention from all of these new people. She began to enjoy being with all of us and she learned how to flap her arms around and make bubbles! It is a very big deal to make bubbles to a 2.5 year old. She discovered something new that she would have completely missed out on had she been clinging to her parents.
Her comfort zone expanded and we were blessed by this. Let us expand our comfort zone so that we are right on the edge. That might become the new center of our comfort zone and then we can stretch some more! That sounds like faith, love, and mercy to me.
Much love always,
PS I think the dogs are not interested in any of this. They want to be near Jason!
I got to spend my nights at Annual Conference at Morgan’s house. It is so nice to be with people I love and not in a hotel. I got home one evening and was looking for a snack so I opened the refrigerator and found some peanut butter. They like organic stuff, so I decided to give it a shot. It was pretty good as far a peanut butter goes. The next evening, I decided to enjoy some more and as I was, Morgan walked in the kitchen, looked slightly horrified, and said, “Uh! That is the dog’s peanut butter!” Just as I was pulling the spoon out of my mouth.
Several thoughts went through my mind. Do the dogs lick out of this jar? How sick am I going to be now that I know this? And, Why isn’t it labeled?
Morgan responded with: They do not lick out of it, nor do I put a used spoon in the jar. You should be fine. And, I usually label it but since it is just the 2 of us, I don’t need to since we both know.
I had not even asked these questions out loud and yet she knew what to say.
This was a moment of insider versus outsider knowledge. It made me think of how often we use insider language to talk about faith, church, and Jesus.
Where can we label something so someone else doesn’t end up eating the dog’s peanut butter? Figuratively, of course.