“I’ve learned by now to be quite content whatever my circumstances. I’m just as happy with little as with much, with much as with little. I’ve found the recipe for being happy whether full or hungry, hands full or hands empty. Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am. I don’t mean that your help didn’t mean a lot to me—it did. It was a beautiful thing that you came alongside me in my troubles.” Philippians 4:11-12, the message.
I’ve been thinking about this concept. I certainly do not have the recipe yet – but I do really want this to be my story, my testimony. Especially at this time, as we adjust to our own season change at home. A home that used to be crazy full is quietly still. What used to be break-neck speed days, now are sweetly calm and placid. I read the blogs of households in the crazy, full seasons, and miss it. Miss the craziness, the joys, even the struggles. (I know – crazy, right?!) However, I am adjusting to this quiet. Adjusting to the idea. This season of time on my hands. I pray to do that well – and to honor my God in the midst of it. I get to choose to be content in the midst of it.
One of the things I really wanted to do once it was back to just the two of us, was go visit our out-of-state sons. I miss them. I just needed to see them – not at a holiday time, but at their own homes. Just us. Just them. I wanted to go there. So, we’ve begun that process. We took our joy, and headed to the mountains first. Firstborn lives in the picture postcard town of Crested Butte, CO. We took our time getting there, flying partway, then driving the rest. You have to drive to get the full blessing of the mountains. And we did indeed get the full blessing. We watched on the thermometer in the car as the number dipped the higher the elevation we climbed. When I stepped out of the car to take a picture, I realized what temperatures in the 50s felt like all over again! Glorious!
Kyle’s town is beautiful in every way. Quaint. Clean. Historical. Captivating. I loved the architecture, and the atmosphere. I loved it, and loved seeing the specific mountains that he loves so much. He pointed each out, as he named them. They are his playground/ his workplace. It was wonderful to see him there, among the mountains that bless him so. Though we had seen him several times a year, we had never been able to schedule a trip specifically there – it was way past time, and we were so glad to be able to go. finally. We had a great great visit with Kyle and Kate, and too soon it was time to head home.
I loved being there, even if for just a few short days. But I love coming home, too. I really am a homebody. We had the weekend to do laundry, mow the yard, and get ready for work this week. Got some rest. I finished my second book of the week. Got plenty of exercise, and outdoor time.
While outside, at one point, our precious dogs got out again. (remember our season of dog escapes?!!) Well, they ran laughing from home. In the few moments it took us to jump in our cars to head after them, they were way past our neighborhood, down the bayou. Our dear neighbor had also joined the dog rescue team, and between the three of us, we finally got them corralled in the car, and on the way home. A question I continue to have after such a fiasco is why. When they have all their needs met? All the water and food they need? A huge back yard/playground to explore, with plenty of lake action to keep up with, participate in. Why would they not be content? Why do they want something they cannot have?
It reminds me again, to be content. To be at peace. To wait and see where the Lord takes me during this season. I pray that for you too, that during this season, whatever season you are in, that you are well with your soul. Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am.