The move is underway. It is exhausting, even though it is a long way from being over. The difficult part, unpacking and organising, is still to come. With a few items, a record player, tube amplifier, perishables, and hanging clothes, there was a clear calling to be engaged if you wanted a good outcome. The movers had flat dollies for the big stuff. I had the hotel trolley for the items that called for personal care and attention. I did not think there was a choice. Being engaged, getting my hands bruised, was the only option. Early on, I was sweaty, dirty, and tired, all the while knowing much more work remained for my attention.
I realised as I worked that I imagined Divinity would take the same approach of being hands-on, engaged in the stuff of life. Starting with the premise that you and I are Divinity’s children, the response She would take is one that parents recognise. As one author notes; “Since the children are made of flesh and blood, it’s logical that the Savior took on flesh and blood in order to rescue them by his death. By embracing death, taking it into himself, he destroyed the Devil’s hold on death” (Hebrews 2.14)
One can sense a purpose in the challenges and dirt. Today, it is practical. Boxes must be packed, transported, and stacked, starting with point A and ending with B. It already feels endless, but it will end. My body is tired, and yet I know sleep will work its magic. It is stressful, even as I know that the stress within me is a hell of my creation. Life is found in the challenges and dirt of the day. In these moments, we are called to be at our best. I pray that my words and actions reveal that compassion can triumph, kindness rule, and care be expressed in each moment.There is an opportunity and story that only one will write. Your story is your own. I will write of priorities and values through my choices in today’s actions.
