Our church took part in the nationwide 21-day Awakening Fast this January. We broke the fast on Sunday, and most of us are happily reacquainting ourselves with the pleasures that we put on the altar for a time. Meat. Solid food. Facebook. Chocolate. Movies. Sweet nothings by the mouthful.
I’m relieved to have finished out the 21 days, but find myself reluctanct to leave this place at the altar. This place where I couldn’t run to the candy bowl for comfort, so I opened my arms to my Savior. This place where my time was better focused because I wasn’t checking Facebook 20+ times a day. You all are fascinating, you know. This place where the Lord lit a fire in me to study Spanish so that I will be able to connect on a heart level with the beautiful people at the Home of Life in Costa Rica this summer. Where I began to sort through our abundance of things and release them.
The journey that stretches before us is a marathon rather than a sprint. My quality time each day with Rosetta Stone and StudySpanish.com is chipping away at the language barrier before me. The skis we sold on Craigslist, the ski boots we still have posted, and the craft room piled with outgrown toys waiting to be posted are drops in the bucket of bailing out our home. And the Lord whispers in my heart that this is planting time. The Spring, if you will, of the new direction the Lord is taking us. Each verb that I learn to conjugate, each one-time treasure released to a new home, each prayer lifted up to fill the bowls in the throne room is a seed sown into the field of His future for our family.
So I linger at this altar of 3 weeks that advanced His purposes in my heart, praying over what to let back into my days and with what boundaries. Because planting time has only begun, and I don’t want to short the harvest He has for our lives one measure by underestimating the value of each seed sown.