Un-Nesting

 

I am confident of this,

that the one who began a good work in you

will be faithful to complete it

until the day of Jesus Christ.

Philippians 1:6

Yes this does seem like a season of stretching.

And I am sorely tempted to complain, 

which, ironically only proves my point.

Seasons of the spirit 

where I am more aware than I am perhaps in others 

just how far I have yet to go.

The anticipated move.

The disruption of my nest 

providing disruption of my soul.

The letting go of stuff 

revealing how much I still cling to for validity.

The 'misty middle' of our time line 

forcing faith I thought I already possessed.

Letting God have this, 

as in 'He's got this,' 

as if I haven't given it to Him countless times 

already.

So I'm glad for promises to run to.

Like the one where there's confidence in the process.

The completing of me continues.

Good work, it says.

Yes, good.

Stretching.

Uncomfortable.

But good.

And He is faithful.

He is.

And while I'm called to faithfulness, 

of course I am,

it's His faithfulness,

not mine,

that makes it happen.

Is

making it happen.

Until The Day.

And isn't it so appropriate

that this is all happening

during Lent.