And you thought my closet was bad? Over the weekend, Bernie and I packed up our life and moved 1.5 miles down the road to a more economically friendly apartment. Since saving money is what sparked the move in the first place, hiring movers seemed a bit counterproductive, so we spent all day Saturday and most of Sunday packing, loading, and unloading one Suburban load at a time.
As you can see, we haven’t actually begun the unpacking process. Bernie says it’s as if our old apartment threw up into our new apartment, but we’re here! We’ll deal with the rest a little later.
We have begun to unpack a few things…first order of business? Coffee pot and grinder. It’s a small act of God that we could locate the pot, grinder, beans, filter, and mugs…God surely does love us!
All this to say, I know it’s just a move, but I arrived at church yesterday evening utterly exhausted. Emotionally, physically, and spiritually. I felt like an empty vessel needing to be refilled. One of the first songs we sang was called “All Who Are Thirsty.” The lyrics sing,
I can’t tell you how those words ministered to my soul. Even when I’m exhausted, overwhelmed, and feel like I have nothing to offer anyone, Jesus still invites me to come and be refreshed by His living water.
Even better than the invitation? Jesus is faithful to follow through.
I’m still a bit burnt out, but little by little, Jesus continues to invite me to come to Him. Little by little, He is faithful to renew.
We might not have our apartment in perfect working order, BUT in Christ, I have found rest for my soul and to me, that’s more important than an alphabetized spice cabinet. The cinnamon and curry (and the 50 boxes in need of unpacking) will simply have to wait.