Uncompromised

I have to confess—between my husband and me, I’m the impatient one. I like things to happen fast—right now, if possible. I easily get restless when I don’t see progress, even if it’s small. That’s why I’m constantly challenging myself to keep moving, even if it’s just something like filling a trash bag with things we don’t need. Stagnation? It drives me nuts. I am, without a doubt, a big work in progress. The last few months have been a real rollercoaster. We started off busy—there was so much to do, so many places to go—and then, suddenly… everything slowed down. It wasn’t that things stopped completely, but they just crawled along at such a slow pace. My impatience can be overwhelming at times, and I know it could drive my husband crazy. But thank God for his patience and for the way he always knows how to comfort and encourage me. Still, the "not yet" moments are hard to accept. And then there’s our cat, Moe. As I’ve been observing him, I realized how much I have in common...

  Over the past two months, my life has been a journey of sorting, packing, and letting go. It all began when I was tasked with emptying my mother's house after she passed suddenly, a difficult time of reflection. As I returned to my new home, town, and state, I was reminded of the verse from Isaiah 43:19, "See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland." Embracing this new season, I realized it was not just about physical changes, but also about a spiritual transformation. In the process of sorting through belongings, I began to meditate on the need for inner sorting as well. As believers, we are called to release the burdens that weigh us down and keep us from experiencing the fullness of God's grace. Philippians 3:13-14 encouraged me, "Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining t...