I'll never forget where I was when Paul called with the news that our new assignment letter arrived. We had submitted our list of "choices" and were eagerly waiting to hear what location held new adventures for our growing family. I was in WalMart. My phone rang in the diaper aisle.
"The letter came....should I open it now?".
I couldn't decide....did I really want to learn the fate of my future in WalMart? I could tell Paul was eager to know. He was willing to wait for me to get home but I could hear that he would rather not.
Deep breathe: "OK...let's open it now".
I push the cart out of the diaper section and make my way to the cleaning supplies while he opens the envelope. He begins reading with nervous excitement:
"OK, looks like we are moving to....." (noticeably long pause)
"El Paso?" (spoken with forced enthusiasm).
Hmmmm not so much our first choice. Let's be honest, it wasn't even our 4th choice....Nope it was #5 on the list. El Paso, TX land of sand, scorpions, and scorching sun. Really?! We slowly digest the news - both silently glad the letter was opened in WalMart where shocked faces remain hidden from the other. Yes, God even works the timing of open letters for good!
It is true that I did not look back when we left El Paso. After five years, I was ready to be out of the desert. Both the real physical desert and the metaphorical desert that El Paso had become. I longed for green. It took a few months of living in San Antonio for me not to gasp while driving..."Look at the GREEN....look at all the TREES!". But my kids, who have really known nothing else, get lonesome. OK...so do I. Not so much lonesome for El Paso but lonesome for that sweet fellowship with God in the desert dry. There is nothing like a desert to help one appreciate the Stream. Though the location was dry God flowed like a river. We drank and drank and He quenched and quenched. And I will forever be grateful for my time in the desert dry because it was there that I learned to drink.
As part of the New Year, I've joined a dare to live fully right where I am. To mark a list of 1000 ways I am Thankful and beyond. To form the habit of giving Thanks for moments because All is Grace. Join the dare:
#31-39
kids waving on front porch
quiet trip to post office
eaten spinach
phones
crawling and tirelessly exploring
2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th chances at patience!!!
messy kitchen - evidence we ate well
sweetly sleeping girls
deserts