Sunday, September 11, 2011

Lesson #7...knowing when I'm 'done here'...

This might be a phrase that only my three youngest children and my husband will appreciate...but "I think we're done here" was something we began saying to each other late last winter. And, it was all my fault, really.

We were considering changing cell phone service providers. The plan we were looking in to was exciting, with many bells and whistles, and was evoking many questions from Randy & the girls. But, from where I was standing, the 'benefits' didn't seem to be adding up to be better than the plan we already had in place with our current provider.
My husband and daughters were engrossed in the conversation with the sales person. But I stepped in to ask one simple question, about the part of this service that I was most interested in. It seemed that instead of all five of us having our own unique twenty 'free' numbers to call, the five of us would begin sharing ten between us. And, of course, our total bill would be higher. That seemed ludicrous to me, so I just said, "Well, I think we're done here..."

I mean, come on, why waste any more of this person's time, or our time, move on...find a different plan...I saw no reason to keep asking questions that were not going to help us, because the plan would not accommodate our needs. Of course, our girls were appalled that I would be so blunt...however, I was in sales long enough to know that if the product is not going to meet the need, we are all wasting our time...so move on, no harm, no foul...I honestly didn't think I was being rude, on the contrary, I thought I was helping the conversation come to a much needed end!

And, so, "I think we're done here" is something we all say to each other, sometimes under our breath, but it has become our own signal of boredom, or completeness or let's move on, please!

I said all that to say this: I think I'm done here naming my posts 'lesson # so and so...' At least, and until I finally have a real life in place.

I can only hope that within the next month, I can share with you what our new reality really looks like. We have been in transition for the whole summer...waiting on the Lord to open the path HE has intended for us to live and take. It has been a roller coaster ride and an amazing time of feeling God's presence and watching His provision, watching as doors close and open in His timing...and I can't help but feel that we are almost 'done here'...

The moral is: know when it's time for change. If I've 'learned' nothing else this year, this has been the 'lesson' that keeps coming back around. And, why shouldn't it?

It's scriptural, remember? For
"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to live and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down, and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace." Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

A mark of wisdom, and a mark of maturing in Christ is the ability to identify and live out the difference in each of these. Just think how simple our lives would be if we practiced the difference. Join me in at least giving it a try--just for today--but for this moment, I think I'm done here!

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