The Glory of His Grace

Welcome home. After nine months away from Colorado, we finally made it back—1170 miles, one smiley baby, and a year of seminary in the books. It feels like we never left, and yet it feels like we’ve been gone for years.

If there was a passage of Scripture that hangs as a banner over the last year, it is Isaiah 46:

“Listen to me, O house of Jacob, all the remnant of the house of Israel, who have been borne by me from before your birth, carried from the womb; even to your old age I am he, and to gray hairs I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear; I will carry and will save” (vv. 3-4). 

God has carried us. In Colorado, He carried us. To Kentucky, He carried us. And now He has carried us back again. If anything it speaks of the covenant faithfulness of the Lord, and His sovereign rule over the events of our lives in every state, city, and country. God sets the times and periods of our dwelling (Acts 17:26), and He carries His people, for His glory.

And, being in Colorado, what do you do but go for a walk in the wide-open, blue-skied, far-as-you-can-see, awe-inspiring nature of God’s creation? Even the little boy enjoyed a first-time trip in a backpack. 

And he conquered his first set of stairs with ease at the grandparent’s house—his first Colorado adventure. 

Finally, as we make a temporary stop to a temporary home, I can’t help but ache in my heart for my final home with Christ, when I shall see His glory face to face. Ultimately we walk into suffering, because we seek not the gain of Louisville, nor Boulder, but the city that is to come. 

“Therefore let us go to him outside the camp and bear the reproach he endured. For here we have no lasting city, but we seek the city that is to come” (Hebrews 13:13-14). 

With a loaded down Honda Fit, a full storage area, and a sparkling clean (and empty) apartment, we are ready to head across the country, again. We know this feeling. It’s called dog tired. I think my son’s take on the day pretty much says it well for all of us. 

Every time we load up our apartment I wish we just got rid of everything except a duffle bag full of clothes and the vehicles, maybe some plastic plates and cups. In any case, I’m thankful to God after today—thankful for the friends who helped us pack, and thankful for a God who carries us (Isaiah 46:3-4). And I’m thankful for a wife who smiles, even after a day like this. 

We don’t deserve God’s overwhelming mercy, but not only do we receive new mercies each day, we receive eternal mercy in Christ from which flow all other mercies. I’m glad to be a treasured possession of God today. Tired, exhausted, weary—He is greater when I am weaker. He is carrying us. 

10 Things I’m Grateful for Today (in no order)

1. My friends, Dan and Danny, who helped immensely with moving furniture
2. My wife, who is ever patiently enduring 
3. The weather, which was very cool and mild 
4. My son, who is much cuter sleeping than screaming and fussing 
5. People to sublease our apartment 
6. Dan and his wife, who are giving us a place to stay 
7. Being in Louisville today, and not hell  
8. Fred, the guy at the storage place, whose friendliness is like a cool breeze on a hot day
9. A church in Colorado that’s worth moving for
10. A Savior who is carrying all of us, who shed His blood to make us His own. What a Savior.