Boxes

In anticipation of a move from "graduate-awaiting-a-call" to "pastor," we have begun collecting moving boxes. Whether this is a smart thing given that we started the collection in October and that we live in a small two-bedroom trailer is debatable. Where does a person store a bunch of boxes until "the call" comes? Well, we chose our garden tub!

Admitedly, this is an eyesore! The mountain of boxes is also a constant reminder that we have received no call to cause us to begin packing. This is part of the debate as to whether the collection was a wise idea.

Do you think Abraham and Sarah (or then "Abram" and "Sarai") began preparing the nursery and knitting booties when God first revealed His promise to make Abraham the father of many nations? Abraham waited nearly 25 years to learn just exactly how God planned to fulfill this promise. If he had been a box collector over those years, he would have needed a bigger tent.

Would you pray for us? We know the Lord has not promised to make Mitch the father of many nations and that our wait has been overwhelmingly short of Abraham's. Nonetheless, we find ourselves struggling. Mitch thought he'd be pastoring by now. However, he has once again needed to take a janitorial job as we wait.

Help us, Lord, to be reminded that faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. Help us run with endurance the race that is set before us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith.