I dashed in the door from the cool, gently falling rain, grabbing a bright, crisp apple from the fruit bowl, savoring the aroma of brewing coffee, as I eagerly anticipated getting comfy in my jammies and fluffy slippers. These are comforts of a warm and inviting home, yet I was unable to curl up on my sofa in front of the fireplace in my house. I was making my home in a hotel for the next few weeks.
Over my 44-year marriage, my then husband, Charles and I often had to make our “home away from home” in hotels during his numerous career relocations and premature sales of our houses. As we snuggled together on a sofa, viewing movies on our hotel television and dining on carry out dinners, we both knew we had joyful adventures awaiting us; a new job, a new environment and always a new home.
My life as a single has been filled with challenges and dilemmas. Now, I am displaced from my home; alone and due to a careless moving company. In all my situations I always have to realize, “God is in the details.” As with the many other challenges over these past seven years, I can say “thank you God” for the blessings of this.
My insurance company has been accommodating on the move from my home and the stay in the hotel. Even though at the beginning of this adventure, I feel optimistic when this troublesome element of my life’s story is history, there will be a benefit.
My heart was warmed yesterday as I visited with one of our church staff about the possibilities of beginning a new ministry in our church. Tearfully, I re-lived the circumstances which caused me to be conversing with her. We discussed the circumstances of my life, including my current temporary home. For if life had not placed me on this path, even the “hotel home” would not be a chapter of my story.
I told her of the frequent criticism about moving forward. She reassured me God doesn’t expect me to heal overnight. Our conversation was another gift, as she listened with her heart, as well as her ears. She reminded me learning last year of the rationale for the loss of a 44-year marriage is a cause to lament.
Christina Fox cites in her on-line article, “the laments in scripture do more than just voice painful emotions. The psalms of lament, in particular, go further than just releasing pent-up emotions. They are more than mere catharsis. Within themselves, these psalms are a theology, a doxology, a form of worship. They are reminders of truth. They are exercises in faith…”
The next time I begin discussing the path my life has taken over these last seven years, I can proudly shed my tears. Lamentations 1:2 NKJ, “she weeps bitterly in the night, her tears are on her cheeks…”