So we’re all in the house. By “all in”, I mean our stuff is in the building. We’re not unpacked, and my parents still need tomorrow to move the rest of their stuff out. Jonathon painted the living room and the master bedroom right away. They look great. Slowly but surely, we’re settling in.
I went out for a run this morning. I felt really good. The sun wasn’t quite up yet, but streetlights provided adequate light. I varied the route, turning down a side street to add more mileage. I chugged along past the cemetery and the park. I turned back onto the main route. A silver crescent moon and one star hung in the sky. I love how God decorates the sky.
Suddenly, my right calf hurt. A lot. I stopped and walked. The pain didn’t subside. I rubbed it. Still there. I tried running again, hoping it would dissipate. It didn’t. I turned around and walked towards home. Dehydration? Muscle strain? No idea. I sighed.
Instead of getting frustrated, I decided to enjoy the moment. I admired the sunrise. I thought about how great it was to be living in a house where we could host gatherings. I thanked God for my new job, filled with possibilities. By the time I reached the house, I was ready for the day.
So much of this life is not in our control. I’ve been in a long season of “what now?” I’m getting the point. I don’t have to have all the answers, but I need to listen and be open to what’s next. Because He is good, all the time.
Guard me as you would guard your own eyes. Hide me in the shadow of your wings. – Psalm 17:8