Thursday, March 2, 2023

Do You Trust Me?

 Lent has begun and wow it is an exciting time. I say that with a big fat tongue in my cheek because as I write this post my husband and I are in the middle of purchasing a new house and selling our old one. You talk about trust.  We had to trust our realtor telling us we had to first sell our house before putting a contract on a different one.  That little voice inside me screaming, 'what if we don't find one to buy and now we don't have ours any more'.

So now we are down the road a couple weeks, sitting on two contracts, one to purchase a house and one to sell.  I could not begin to tell you how many emails, texts, e-documents we have had to sign during those two weeks and I am still packing boxes and worrying about how we move out and move in all on the same day with ten rooms of furniture and a garage.

God decided this Lent was going to be a workout for me. 

 


I am trying to go along with it at the moment. But frankly I have on more than one occasion stood with my hands on my hips and looked up and remarked, "Seriously? You are kidding right?"  And a little voice inside saying, "you trust me, don't you?"

That whole trust thing...you know where you put everything in God's hands and let go of it all.  Hint, you are supposed to let go of it ALL...that includes worrying about where you are going to park your car to sleep in the night between moving and getting keys for your new home....

Even that I can deal with, I have a large car and love my husband and spring is almost here so camping in the car may not be too bad.  (of course none of our kids would let us get away with that I know...)

But this constant going back and forth, changing documents, hoping you are not packing prematurely then worrying you should have begun packing weeks ago is messing with my body.  I already have gray hair, so now I am loosing hair from the stress instead.

And to add insult to worry, this is the time of year when my job at the parish ramps up into insanity with one diocesan event after another and because we are a cathedral parish we get hit with the whole load from February through March;  Diocesan Wedding Anniversary celebration including Mass and dinner for 200 hundred people,  Rite of Election for RCIA, another ceremony with dinner for 200 people, our parish Confirmation for 20 confirmation students and their sponsors including a whole day of recollection, dinner and Mass; Chrism Mass with distribution of holy oils to over 40 priests standing in line waiting for you to fill up tiny little jars of holy oil, box and hand them out, also includes a dinner, happy hour, Mass, and reception too, then let's not forget the big week of the year, Holy Week and all the services it includes.

Oh, and there is the trip to California my husband and I are taking because we booked that at Christmas to go see our daughter's new home.  That comes in the middle of all this insanity too.

When we put our home on the market last summer, we didn't have a nibble in over two months. Frustrated, we took it back off the  market. This winter we decided to try again thinking it would be almost summer before anything happened. Boy was that wrong. Within three days we had an offer and were desperately looking for a house to purchase.  Which just goes to show you, when you let God take charge of things, He really takes charge and you really have to go along with him.  That leap of faith is not a little hop, it is a full blown running leap into nothingness across a divide so tall and wide you cannot see the bottom or the other side. But God hasn't dropped us yet. And I know He won't. But boy, when says, "You trust me, don't you?"  It's not without a big gulp that I nod my head meekly and whisper, "Okay, you got this, Lord!"