In my recent past, when I vocalize frustration to Jon about future transitions, details, life change, he smiles and says, “Ames, this is good training”. He is right. Now when I find myself saying something complaining about my transitions/lack of control over circumstances/general chaos that comes from transitions, I sigh as I hear a perky voice in my head, “This will be good training!”. I grimace and just wish I could bask in the glow of my grumpies but I eventually think, “Okay, here goes.”
Lately, the Lord has been showing me His mercy as He is stripping away the flesh and refining me, SLOWLY. He has been letting me baby step and balk along the journey. It hit me one day, the way that He has been preparing me in many little ways and, wowza, I am so thankful it hasn’t happened all at once. Oh, so many more crusty layers He has to clean off and while I am not particularly looking forward to the process, I delight in His thoroughness and His patience.
And just so we don’t have a pictureless post:
Enjoying Grandma’s visitors
Eating dessert like kitty cats
Sick days in the big girls bed