When Stephen and I were dating long distance in college, the ten day forecast was my aspiration. Lame, I know, but it’s true. I just wanted the next time we’d see each other to make it to the ten day forecast, so I could see what the weather would be like when we were together, and somehow I knew we’d make it. It was the sign that we’d be seeing each other soon.
It was a little depressing when you waited through ten days of forecasts and then just had two days of actual living out the forecast together, but that’s beside the point. We also typically saw each other every two or three weeks, so I rarely had to even wait ten days to make it to the ten day forecast, but again, that’s beside the point.
I looked up the forecast for Mae Sot today. And Sheffield, too. We’re not quite to the ten day forecast range, but it’s getting close. Close enough to scare me. We’re at least in the season and weather won’t be changing to drastically, and when we’re dealing with such big jumps as lie ahead, that’s close.
I was telling a friend the other day how much out of my comfort zone are lives are right now. We are living in chaos. We are going from people to place and more people and more places. (A challenge for two introverts, mind you.) There are things strewn everywhere in our room: gifts from Christmas, the beginnings of packing, bills, notes, to do lists.
I’m a systematic, organized person. I’m getting much better at flexing since I met Stephen, but I still keep things regulated. You could call it control, if you wanted to be negative 🙂
But all that went out the window, sometime back in November. I began to realize there was very little I could control about the next stage of our lives and there are countless unknowns. It didn’t go out the window easily–obviously, due to the nature of the systems, organization, and control. But God is stretching me.
It still comes out in the little things. I’ve never made my bed this much since I left for college. But there’s something peaceful about having one thing in it’s place. I find myself putting my earrings back in just the right place, or making sure that stack of books is straightened. I simply choose to disregard the ginormous piles of chaos surrounding the straightened stack of books and freshly made bed.
God is good. He truly is good. He is allowing chaos right now, and he’s allowing lots of challenges. He’s allowing a lot of pain and a lot of unknowns. But He is good.
Oh, and happy new year, by the way!