My parents, the hippies that they were/are, taught us some unique things growing up. For one, I feel comfort from Peter, Paul and Mary tunes and Bread Greatest Hits album. Two, I genuinely enjoy giving things away. Three - nothing suites me like cramming friends into a small apartment and feeding them. And, four... music seems to say more about the situation than talking does.
This morning, I woke up singing Our God Reigns and by the time I made it down the hall to the shower, I was singing Sonny and Cher. Don't judge me!
Housing is drama for me. I have no idea WHY, but it is. I have four requirements: Safe, Calm, Quiet, Clean. Not that difficult - or so I thought.
Last Friday, I was waiting to hear back on condo #1. No news. And, in some ways that is news. So, KJ and I hit around what to do. I took off for the weekend because I had to get physical labor to match my emotional exhaustion.
A scratched up hand, loads of dirt and two days later.. I felt better. I needed that approach for this week.
Monday night, one thing leads to another and everyone is over to my wreck of an apartment to have chicken chili and hang out. I think it was a God thing. Carrie had a rare night off and she and KJ were able to meet. This is a good thing right. I am totally excited because the girls both want to move in. This means that we are going to look at casa #2 this evening for the final kudo moment.
I also love that God is working on my fear. 1. Jace lives three doors down from casa #2, so if there is a crisis which requires a dude - he can help. 2. I am being confronted with the need to stand up for myself in work and professional areas. This means that I am continuing to get a thicker skin and work on my own confidence. 3. I am working on obedience. I am convinced that lack of obedience to God is a lack of trust/presence of fear.
Bethany H pointed out in her blog the other day that Dirt = misplaced matter. I feel like I have literal and figurative "misplaced matter". And the thing is that God is the only one who can clean it up. Ben A. pointed out that sometimes we are so overeducated that we are beyond obedience. I feel like I know a lot about God and religion, but I do live God and religion 24-7.
So, as the beat goes on... I become more accountable, more responsible, realize and exercise that courage (thanks dad!), and eventually on the other side of an authentic growth period - I will be stronger and more of the person that I should be. I just have to relax and go with the flow. Maybe hippes did have the right idea.