We’re back home in California. We woke up Tuesday morning to quite the snowstorm — and quite the nasty drive to the Ottawa airport. 3,000 miles later, we’ve left the snow far, far behind. Yesterday afternoon I drifted to sleep while listening to the whir of the neighbor’s weed whacker.
Yes, I said weed whacker. Because not only is there no snow here, the grass is still growing. In fact, as I inspected our little garden, I discovered buds. Wow.
Somewhere in the tasks of laundry and packing, and the hassle of flying (because of course it was a hassle…), an old year ended and new one began. New years have always been a favorite opportunity to reevaluate, re-prioritize, and reorganize my life. This year I’ll confess: I’m lacking the motivation and inspiration. Starting a new year here, having just landed from a wonderful trip back home, is a bit anticlimactic. And I’m feeling more than a bit homesick.
So I find myself in a different place than most years. Instead of enthusiastically scribbling lists of goals, tackling closets of chaos, and overhauling my daily routines, I am lifting my eyes and asking to be renewed. Refreshed. Revived.
I am remembering that He has called me — called me to great things, yes, but also called me to Himself. I am also remembering that more than once I’ve said, “Lord, I will follow You anywhere — only let Your presence go with me.” And I’m remembering that California counts as an “anywhere,” and that His presence is with me.
I still hope to get to all of that usual January stuff. But for now, on this rainy afternoon, as my sweet little man plays at my feet, I’ll be content to let Him satisfy me.