The Care Package Is On Its Way: An Update

Earlier this year, I wrote a piece detailing how our little family was facing a low point and how we were trying our darndest to trust God to work life out for us, hoping through faith that He’d eventually bring us out of our pit. (The Care Package Is On Its Way)

I’d like to report that, glory hallelujah, He did! God was faithful, just like He promised He would be! We were in need of so many things: money, jobs, a place to live, hope because… just. wow… the resolve to move to a new town and start life in a new place… and *SOB* a new church.

Life is better now. It is easier. We feel happier. Back in the spring, we knew that eventually life would cycle back around to these good times. That’s often the nature of life, but it sure was hard in the low times. And I had no idea how long we’d be stuck in the valley. Only by the grace of God did I hold it together long enough to see this time.

Song of Songs 2:10-12 New International Version (NIV)
10 My beloved spoke and said to me,
“Arise, my darling,
my beautiful one, come with me.
11 See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.
12 Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
is heard in our land.

God was faithful! Not because we got what we wanted. Not just because it’s easy to proclaim His faithfulness when we’re happy and relieved, and we feel blessed. (Don’t get me started on the “prosperity gospel” or the likes of Joel Osteen!) God was faithful because He promised our family that the low point wasn’t permanent. He had promised to take care of us. He gave us a reason to have hope just when we thought we were ready to throw in the towel. Months (maybe years?) before we actually needed money, jobs, a place to live, a church, resolve, He was providing those things or getting them ready for us.

Hindsight is 20/20, right? I’m glad God doesn’t run to our rescue at the escape of every whimper, at the exact moment we panic and think our lives are crumbling to inevitable ruin.

Patience.

Faith.

His timing.
Society treats everything like it’s an emergency. My mind plays the same trick on me when I wake up in the middle of the night. Why does everything seem so dire at 3:00 am? I am a failure at EV.E.RY.THING and every menial task on the to-do list is in danger of imminent demise (which has taught me to NEVER send emails in the middle of the night. They always sound too desperate or too snarky. Not the sweet voice I’d hope to be during the daylight hours. Ha ha!)

Yet, in the lowest of the low times, when we went without the things we swore we couldn’t live without, we noticed we were actually getting by just fine in a lot of respects. Like the times we’ve been dead broke, and the family kept showing up at the dinner table around supper time, like we weren’t dead broke. So I presented those adorable hungry faces with the mystery meal I pulled together with magic, luck, divine intervention, and the couple of random ingredients we still had in the pantry. Coupled with laughter around the table and (hopefully) good conversation (my husband comes from a family who remains pretty quiet at the dinner table compared to my loud family who uses the table to catch up on town gossip and swap stories. He prefers the quiet table, bless his heart), a handful of those dreary meals were actually the most pleasant, heart-warming family dinners we shared together. God was faithful to give us enough, at the appropriate time.

Often, the care package isn’t wrapped like we’d expect, like the left-over holiday wrapping I’m tempted to use for my New Year’s baby’s birthday. Often, it doesn’t arrive when we think it should. But rest assure, the care package is on its way because God is faithful.