Re-entry is always tough. We’ve been off the normal schedule of home life for three weeks. My husband has been home on vacation. We’ve slept in and played games and stayed up late watching movies and eaten way too much of all the wrong sorts of food. Today, though, we were to going to get back to normal – normal meals, homeschooling, normal chores. I was resting in the fact that my husband was still home on vacation and would be here to help keep us on task. A little after 5:00 a.m., the phone rang and my husband was called in for an overtime shift. You already see where this is going, don’t you?
Breakfast was served, more or less on time, but the rest of the morning found us falling right back into “holiday mode”, despite our attempts to stay on track. I had to head outside to irrigate the orchard because we’ve had no measurable rain for months. The hose, which hasn’t been used for weeks, was coiled neatly and needed to be stretched back out to reach the end of the drip line. It kinked. Several times. I had to flush the hose carefully to be sure that no little critters had taken up residence.
While I was outside, I greeted our good neighbor as he fed his horses, and we struck up a conversation. They’ve been hurt by the people of the church they’ve been attending. They’re wondering if they should go back or move on. We chatted. We talked about God’s grace in our lives. We talked about the gospel. I invited them to join us at the church we’ve been visiting, but he was non-committal.
I tripped over our love starved cat as I made my way back to the house. He trotted along ahead of me, only to throw himself to the ground, belly up, in hopes of some attention. I bent down and rubbed this chest, then scooped him up and carried him with me. He purred his gratitude.
I came in, saw that it was 11:30, and sent a text to my husband lamenting the fact that it was not yet mid-day and that we were failing, miserably, at reclaiming normalcy. He texted back that he was praying for us.
I appreciated my husband’s prayers, of course, but I was so discouraged. The day felt rather irredeemable at that point.
So, at 11:45, I sat down to read what should have been my early morning reading from Jerry Bridges’ Holiness Day by Day: Transformational Thoughts for Your Spiritual Journey, and this is what I read,
“We can begin each day with the deeply encouraging realization, I’m accepted by God, not on the basis of my personal performance, but on the basis of the infinitely perfect righteousness of Jesus Christ.”
I’m accepted! I’m accepted by God because of Jesus!
The text said that I could begin each day with that “deeply encouraging realization”, and that changed my outlook on the day entirely.
At noon, I started the day all over again. Encouraged! Uplifted! Accepted!