Just as soon as my husband and I got comfortable in our empty nest, our nest isn’t going to be empty.
To be honest, I am NOT embracing this change with grace and joy. I was beginning to get used to our quiet evenings together. I was beginning to enjoy mornings of peace and serenity. I was beginning to appreciate the extra room in my fridge. I was loving having only 2 pairs of shoes in the entry way. I liked being able to get out of my driveway without doing the automobile shuffle. And lets talk about the bathroom. I REALLY like that bathroom to look like the magazine.
External stuff that gives me a false sense of security and pride.
I was loving having only 2 pairs of shoes in the entry way
Everything selfish in me wants to say no, wants to stay in my comfortable space with no mess, no conflict, no sacrifices.
But that is not what I am called to. I was never promised an easy life, a pristine life, a life where I always get to be in my happy place.
I was called to a life of love.
And love is messy. It is uncomfortable. Heck, it is darn hard sometimes. It takes us to places in our soul and spirit that we really don’t want to go to. Brings up stuff we don’t want to deal with. It tests us. It purifies us. Love. The real kind of love. The sacrificial kind of love. It is never an easy love. But it is the BEST kind of love.
Because love never ever fails.
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