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all the time?

For those of you who don’t know me personally or aren’t on Facebook, you may not have yet heard about recent turns of events in the Wootton saga. For one thing, Rob is now the Interim Pastor for Rivers Edge Bible Church, located in Hopewell, Prince George County, Virginia. It is a part-time position and temporary, though they are looking for a full-time senior pastor and he will be considered for that as well. In the meantime, he will be preaching and leading the church during their time of transition. It is with great, great joy that he is assuming the pulpit officially on January 1, though he has been preaching and helping them with Teaching Elder responsibilities since early fall.

We are so excited that God has seen fit to confirm him in his calling. I knew that if this worked out, it would be easy to see how God led Rob to this church – friends, places, events, “circumstances” if you will – and all things DO work for our good.

Right? I mean, we say God is good all the time. Sometimes we really don’t mean it. Sometimes it’s hard to mean it. How do we say it to a friend who has just lost her spouse of 40+ years? How do we say it to a woman struggling with infertility and longing to hold her baby for the first time? How do we say it when we’re staring down a pile of bills all stamped with various red lettered warnings and we’re trying to make square pegs and round holes stretch? What does “good” mean anyway? And is “all the time” a euphemism like saying someone looks good “today” when we mean “it’s so nice when you wear something other than sweats.”

“And He who was seated on the throne said, ‘Behold, I am making all things new.'”

It’s exciting that it’s Christmas time and it’s Star Wars day and my husband and I are moving to a new place tomorrow and our two-year-old is really aware of all the excitement. She loves looking at the tree and all the ornaments and various glittery knick knacks around Grandma’s house. She knows there’s something up, but has no idea what is just a week away. There’s this beautiful innocence in her reactions to everything – the lights on houses, the way the tree lights up, the 20th time we watch Curious George’s Christmas movie. She loves it and she doesn’t even get “hope” yet. She doesn’t even know what it is. She hasn’t had a reason to hope – she doesn’t need to yet. It’s just NOW and everything is here. She knows when she isn’t getting something she wants – of course she knows that. But she doesn’t know how to wish for anything, how to long for a cookie, how to wait patiently for when we open the pantry door and get a yummy snack out. She doesn’t know expectation – even though her middle name means expectation. She’s not there yet. And I think about if she’s better of or not. I wonder if it’s better to not have expectations so you aren’t disappointed. Or is it better to understand that we can hope, that we can long and desire, but that what we end up with may not look at all like we thought it would?

There are times my life is nothing like I thought it would be by now. I’m 42. There’s a lot about being 42 that didn’t go with my preconceived notion of me at 42. And now that I’m here I can’t imagine anything else being any where close to as beautiful and fulfilling and HOPEful. Don’t get me wrong, there are always things that I pray about changing. Haha. But I have learned in my life to embrace what is and to work for what will be. I am convinced, once again, that God is working in ways we cannot see and that He will make all things beautiful.

So we’re ready to take on this next phase of life and bring all our experiences and HOPE to the table. God is working now and He will continue to work, the Master Craftsman, as we follow Him. Can’t wait to see what’s in store!

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