As many of you know, my life is in the midst of a major transition. Recently I have resigned from my position as youth pastor at First Baptist Church in Doylestown and I have accepted an associate pastor position at Liquid Church in Morristown NJ. My life meets the pre-req’s for the term transitional to apply. I am living in one state, and working in another. Our front yard is decorated with a large “for sale” sign. The attic is ready to explode with the amount of boxes that are shoved up in there.
Our life is in the midst of a transition.
Transitions are crazy right? If you’ve been through one, then you know what I am talking about. Some of you may have moved, changed jobs, or added children to your family–all of these things create a massive disruption to your version of normal. I was on the phone this morning and I said, “I can’t wait to get back to a version of normal”. See, normal is relative. Right now is anything but normal. That is okay–because it is a time of transition. Right now, I can say to myself, NORMAL WILL RETURN!
But, during this time of transition, life is crazy! I am driving more now than I have ever driven before. I am learning a whole new language, a new organization, and a new work culture. I am farther from home more often than ever before. Things do not feel normal.
In the midst of this transition there are several things that are constant. I am still a dad to my three kids, and I am still a husband. This has not changed, nor will it ever change. The hard part is trying to figure out how to balance being the best daddy to these three precious children and being the best husband to my wife all while living in the midst of crazy amounts of commotion.
Starting last week our church kicked off a Wednesday night worship and prayer service as a part of our Revive Series. It will run up until the week before Easter. The idea is that on Wednesday we would fast and pray and end our day with corporate prayer and worship. (Aussie Dave blogged about it here.) Last week was my first week at Liquid, and my first week participating in the church wide fast. We were challenged by Pastor Tim to pray about what we should fast and bring before God. I knew quickly what I was fasting for. It was clear, and obvious. I was to be fasting for my wife and my kids. I specifically was asking God to watch over and protect my family. I was asking God to meet their needs since I couldn’t. Simply put, it was me asking God to do what I couldn’t.
That Wednesday afternoon I had to walk to the store to get some ice for the evening, and I was praying for Grace, my 5 year old. She was having a particularly hard day emotionally. I was on my way back from the 7-11, awkwardly carrying three bags of ice when I noticed several common sparrows flitting about on the ground ahead of me. I paused to watch them for just a few brief moments and then I noticed what they were doing.
The sparrows were dancing around a small puddle that had formed in the low area of the sidewalk, and they were drinking from this pool. I watched one sparrow in particular crane its neck forward in order to swallow up a small amount of water. I was reminded in that moment how much God cared for these sparrows. Those sparrows were being taken care of by God through that puddle. I thought of my daughter, Grace, and how much I wanted God to take care of her emotions. I thought of my wife, Tiffany, and how much I wanted God to give her strength. I thought of my son, Noah, and how much I wanted God to protect him and watch over him. I thought of my 1 year old daughter, Leah, and how much I wanted her to know that her daddy loves her.
And then I thought of how much God takes care of these sparrows. I was reminded of what Jesus says in Matthew 10:29-31,
“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.”
It was in that moment that God comforted me and reminded me that they are really his children, and He’s got it all under control. Even when I don’t feel it! Tiffany is His daughter whom He values more than I ever could.
It still feels crazy. But I am thankful that God is a God who handles all of the transitions.