In just 2 months I’ll be moving back in with my mom. Whew. To say that I am shocked by this prospect is an understatement. The shock is probably only slightly overshadowed by my pushing my mid 30s and life looking exactly the opposite of what I pictured. But I’m pretty sure I’m not alone in this. My roomie has the same shock and she is 6 years my junior. My besties have the same shock and we are all the same age.
This weekend I drove around the new neighborhood which is not too far from the old one. I talked to old friends I have reconnected with in this season. So much of the new resembles the old. It’s weird.
I am reminded of a revelation God gave me a few years ago after a big test. He said my life was like a helix. It wasn’t that I was walking in circles over and over the way I felt I was. Instead, I was moving forward in a circular motion. It seems living with my mom again is a part of that same pattern. No matter how hard I tried to make choices that would position me in a certain place at this point in my life (husband, 2.5 kids and dog), I still ended up here. Back to the beginning.
We went to church for Easter (mom and I). I know this is a new beginning for her and I’m blessed to be a part of it, I just wish it hadn’t cost me so much.
On Easter I was reminded of why it costs. It costs us because it cost Him. We are not above the teacher. We are not above our Master. If He sacrificed, we too shall sacrifice.
My roommate gave me a card on Easter which read, “Nicole, just as Christ died and resurrected, I look forward to seeing the resurrection in your life”. That is what I too am desiring. To see the resurrection from all the death. To see the fruit from all the pruning. To see if the wait was really worth it…
SHALOM
