“Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth.” – Mike Tyson
This selling a house thing is for the birds. During our final weeks in Wichita Falls, Staci & I worked and worked to get our house in proper condition to be sold. At times it felt like we’d never be done with our to-do list. But after all of the cleaning and packing and repairs, the sign was put in the yard and the house was put on the market.
And then the waiting started.
Some people looked at it. Several liked the house. No offers came. We’ve been living in Oklahoma for over 6 weeks now and we’ve had a few more look at the house. Our hopes for an offer have been raised and eventually let down. The house remains on the market. As of today, Staci & I are still unsure of where we’ll be living next month.
We knew that these summer months would be ones of transition. I guess we just thought transition indicated movement. At present there seems to be little. The waiting continues.
It was so easy to trust at the beginning. Everything seemed to be in front of us – new job, new friends, new home. We looked forward to the new road laid out for us. We talked boldly that even though much was out of our control, we knew God would take care of us. The house would sell and God would provide for us. We believed that wholeheartedly.
It’s still something we believe. But that belief is much harder to hold on to as the days mount. I’m weary of the waiting. I’m tired of details being out of my control. I just want something to happen.
There are days when I get so sick of people telling me it will be ok. How do they know, anyway? What assurances do they have? It’s so easy to say things like that when you’re on the outside looking in. I know people have much larger problems than mine, but this is where I’m at. I don’t desire promises; I want results.
It’s amazing how easily my faith can be shaken.
It’s easy to talk about what we believe until we’re faced with the reality of living those things out. I spend most of my life speaking in hypotheticals, spouting truths from the safety of my bubble.
That boxing philosopher Mike Tyson was on to something. Everyone has a plan in life until it punches you right in the jaw.
The readings from our liturgy this week hit me hard: the promises of God in Deuteronomy 30, the trust and faith of the psalmist, the endurance and faithfulness of the Colossians. They are a reminder that God keeps a constant watch on his people; that my job is to respond in faith even when I’m not in control.
And the words of Luke 7 call me once again to give God my heart, my mind and my strength. To trust him to fulfill his promises to me. Not a safe-in-the-bubble-of-my-own-wealth-and-happiness type of trust, but a faith where I walk the rough roads with confidence in a God who does not go back on his promises.
Even when life punches me in the mouth.
So today if your road is smooth or bumpy, whether you face certainty or the unknown, may you have the boldness to love God with everything you have. May you face whatever road is ahead with confidence and trust.
Because life will hit you in the face. It’s all about how you respond.