“This” is my idea of a home. A place that is mine; a place where I’ve nested. I want a home where all the little touches are ones that I’ve created and thought up. I don’t want extravagance, but I want a home. Since Jacob and I started dating (nearly 10 years ago, even though we’ve been married only 4), we’d occasionally go to Home Depot and walk through the display kitchens, dreaming about what our home would look like someday. I’m still not sure if I’ll eve pick out cabinets at Home Depot. I’d be OK with that, except for the fact that at the moment, I’m not in a place where I can even do many of the little touches that might make my home feel more like a home… MY home — replacing the landlord’s coffee table with one of my own style, getting new curtains, recovering stained chairs. I just don’t want to give that up.
This evening Jacob and I had a bit of a tense conversation over our budget. We weren’t in disagreement and we weren’t fighting with each other; we were just both hit at the same time with the reality that while they do cover our everyday expenses, our current received donations fall significantly short of our budgeted needs, and the stress of it got the best of us. Jacob went to get his hair cut, and I listened to a sermon by my favorite teacher, Greg Boyd.
The next one on my podcast was Boyd preaching on the passage in Luke where Jesus tells the rich young ruler that for those who give up their houses, families, and fields (livelihoods) for Him, they’ll receive it back 10-fold in this life and in eternity. (The “fields” part appears in the parallel passage in one of the other gospels; not the Luke account.) At the end of the message, Boyd talked about surrender. He encouraged everyone to imagine placing all of their possessions in their hands — their houses, cars, savings accounts, jobs, etc. — and handing them over to God. As I was walking through the exercise, the memory of me telling God that I just wasn’t ready to give my desire for a home up to Him came rushing back to me. I wasn’t exactly in a place of peace about it… I still didn’t want to give it up. But it was like God whispered to me in that moment, “Do you not trust me to provide?”
“Do you not trust me to provide for your financial needs?”
“Do you not trust me to provide for your emotional needs?”
“Do you not trust me to provide for your deepest wishes and dreams?”
I wasn’t ready to answer that question… so I came in to check my email. (A good diversion for me.) It was 9:05 pm. I saw a new email from you that arrived at 8:59 pm — right when I was in the middle of avoiding the question of whether or not I trust Him. I opened it, and in it you offer something so simple… a decoration for my home.
You couldn’t have known any of that, but He did.
So, all that to say, I’d love to receive your gift.