This has been a fairly quiet week. I’ve gotten back into my workout routine and started tackling some long-overdue yard work. Monday, after my walk, I decided to mow the front yard—and boy was that tough! It had grown so thick and tall that I had to constantly lift the mower to keep it from bogging down and cutting out… over and over again. Not to mention the hidden fire ant hills that made things extra exciting.
On Wednesday, I got into some weeding in the natural areas while A was with me. The progress was slow since she needed my attention, but we had a good time together. She played with the hose and toys, and then wanted to play on the backyard equipment. I got the mower back out and cut a path from one play area to the next (there are three!). That was a project in itself. She played on them for about ten minutes before getting bored and heading inside. Oh well—at least I made a dent in the work for next time.
By Friday, I finished weeding the area I started on Wednesday, so I’m feeling pretty good about that. Tuesday and Thursday were much-needed “recovery” days!
We’ve really been taking things one day at a time lately, not knowing what our situation will be from day to day. DD and his wife are still trying to sort out their future plans, so everything feels very in flux for us. On Wednesday, while A and I were out front, the neighbor across the street came over and introduced herself. She explained that she had purchased the house for her ailing grandmother, but her grandmother has since improved, so now she’s juggling two homes. She uses this one during the day while her kids attend the nearby school, then they head to the other house in the evenings.
I told her we were here temporarily and our housing situation was uncertain. She mentioned she used to work for a real estate company that furnished and staged homes, and that sometimes they placed people in them to make them look lived in. That sounded really interesting, so I told her I’d love to learn more. We exchanged info, and now I’m just waiting to see what God might do with that.
I’ve said it so many times: I need to stop trying to project or predict what God is going to do—trying to “fill in the blanks.” I want to just take each day as it comes and let His plan unfold. So much easier said than done! But I’m doing my best not to dwell on the uncertainty or run ahead of Him. I also looked into the idea of house sitting, but when I researched it, it seemed like everyone was looking to do the house-sitting, not offer a home. So, I let it go.
Then I talked to CT about it, and wouldn’t you know—she called back and said one of her daughter’s friend’s parents might be looking for a house sitter! She gave them our number. Just one more possibility for a place to stay in August, if the Lord wills.
Spiritually, I’m still learning and stretching in my prayer life. I’ve spent more time this week reading and praying through the Word and just soaking in the Lord’s presence. On Friday night, we started the Prophetic Teaching class at B and C’s house. C invited a few of us to meet beforehand for intercessory prayer, so three of us gathered. It was a good time of prayer, and I truly hope God used it for His glory.
One thing that’s becoming clearer to me is this: it’s not about our ability to do things for God—it’s about Christ doing things through us. That changes everything. It’s not about me striving or achieving; it’s about me surrendering, so that He gets the credit and glory.
“For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—not by works, so that no one can boast. For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”
—Ephesians 2:8–10
I’m trying to wrap my mind around what it means to die daily so that He can live through me. I must decrease so that He can increase. If we could do what He asks of us in our own strength, then Christ died for nothing. That truth humbles me deeply.
Prayer:
Lord, help me to stay on the path You’ve laid out for me—not one I’ve crafted in my own strength or imagination. Help me to die to myself daily. Teach me to trust You, moment by moment—not just in the big things, but in the little things, too. I don’t want to control or figure things out anymore. I want to follow Your lead in every hour, every minute, and every second. I know I fall short, and I have such a long way to go… but thank You for your grace, patience, and forgiveness. You are so faithful.
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