Thanksgiving is over, so you know what time it is!
But really, I am joining in with some ladies for the #WonderfulLife challenge. This couldn’t be more appropriate, especially following Thanksgiving and Black Friday – two very contrasting traditions in American culture! But really, I’ve struggled with complaining for the past few months, so this challenge is an excellent way for me to focus on the many things in my life that I have to be thankful for. So, let’s get started with the most important…
It is well with my soul. I know, it’s a hymn, but it was the hymn that came to mind recently during my time one morning with the Lord. For those who may not have had the update on my life, I do not like Nashville. I mean it’s okay, I absolutely love my job, I have community, but I dislike the suburbs and the South. I recently took another trip to NYC, and I’m ready to drop everything and leave (checks bank account)…well maybe not just yet 🙂 But, this period of life feels like an extended vacation from “home”.
But, I’ve overlooked the whole reason for living as I’ve sat and complained about life in the South. Life is not NYC. Life is knowing that Christ died (and rose) to reconcile me to the Father. That’s huge! That fact, the simple truth of the Gospel, and the commission to “go therefore” and tell others by living in community is trampled upon when I decide to open up my mouth with a complaint about my current location rather than praise to the Father for freedom.
Whether I’m living in Nashville for the rest of my life (Lord, your will be done, but please hear the desire of my heart) or living in NYC for the rest of my life or if I die somewhere in between, I know that it is well with my soul and I am to share that Good News through my life and through my time with people no matter what, no matter where.
It’s a #WonderfulLife because my identity is found at the cross. I am free from sin and encouraged to share the source of true freedom with everyone who crosses my path.
Until next time 🙂 In Christ,
And Lord haste the day when my faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend
Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord, O my soul!