We’re always rotating at an incredible speed, hurtling through space. Around the sun, as a system, as a galaxy, there is always movement. And right now I feel completely in sync with our restless universe. A lot has happened in the past week and we’ll give a fuller picture in our upcoming December newsletter, but here is the abbreviated version:
Saturday – our housing in RI falls through due to external circumstances. This throws our weekly preschool trips to RI and our anticipated move up in the air.
Monday – I’m laid off from landscaping
Monday/Tuesday – another housing opportunity through the church arrises
Tuesday/Wednesday – due to fundraising progress (79% of the total with sufficient cash in the bank) and my layoff from landscaping the possibility arrises that I could start my work at Trinity January 1.
Saturday – the leadership at Trinity confirms that I can begin January 1.
Sunday – planning with Hillary and we’re hoping to move Dec 31
Monday – we start packing up the house, one child comes down with a major fever, the other struggles to sleep due to teething
Tuesday – due to sickness, our plans change and I drive to RI to drop off a few things at Wesley’s preschool, check out a potential housing situation, and then head to Boston for a monthly meeting with other church planters.
In Summary: We are super excited to have the green light and begin the work in Providence, but feel a little bewildered as a lot has happened quickly. We’re trying to figure out where we should now in RI and how to orchestrate a move in the next twenty days, seven of which we are gone… In the midst of all this our best strategy is to surrender to God’s plans for us. This doesn’t mean checking out, but some mix of planning, hopeful resignation, and hard work. We’ll see how it goes!
Just looking at the spinning image of the gyroscope and thinking about the fairly stable center, it reminds me of a portion from Psalm 46
God is our refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way,
though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam,
though the mountains tremble at its swelling. Selah
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy habitation of the Most High.
God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved;
God will help her when morning dawns.