Monday Morning. Again. They just keep on coming, don’t they?

Last week was our massive final push to get the house unpacked and livable. And mostly, we’ve succeeded. All the “extra” is in a storage unit (which I now am in the process of selling and purging bit by bit), the classroom is put together (well, it was before I tore it apart this morning to try a new organizational system), and we had our first dinner guests! A dear couple, who has been just a rock for us through this nonsense and their two adorable babies. I made grilled veggies, enough fruit salad for an entire army, and balsamic chicken. They brought brownies. See, didn’t I tell you they were awesome friends?

This morning, hubbie left at the crack of dawn to for another work thing, where he will be gone for six weeks. Sigh. Yup, our normal. What we didn’t want to be our normal anymore. It is what it is. So, I’ve planned six full weeks full of work, fun, and activity for both me and the girls – to keep ourselves and our minds occupied. Today, we started our normal school routine and didn’t get as far as I hoped, though we might get back to that after nap time.

In my Bible study group, we’re working through Kelly Minter’s study, “Nehemiah: a heart that can break.” It’s really interesting. I’m trying to catch up a little, since I spent the first week or so unpacking, but I’ve never really thought much about the book of Nehemiah, and am enjoying how she is tying things in and pulling new things out.

The past few days of this study, what’s been coming at me is this idea of what has God put on my heart? What is my “cup to bear” (Nehemiah was the king’s cupbearer, but he also carried a burden for the city of Jerusalem.)

In Nehemiah 3, we read about the individuals who worked on various parts of the wall – and many of them worked on the wall right in front of their own house. And Kelly brings out the point that we are called to serve God right where we are.

(Read 1 Corinthians 12:12-27 here.)

But our bodies have many parts, and God has put each part just where he wants it. — 1 Corinthians 12:18

Which of course, has me thinking about me, and our situation of being in the DC area without planning on it.

Yes, we know this is all to God’s plan in the long run, or at least mentally we do. (Not all of me has completely caught up or is solidly sold on the ideal still, I confess. I’m trying to work on it.)

But God has me right where he wants me.

I really needed to read that today. In fact, I’m going to copy that and put it up on my bulletin board. (As soon as it’s put up on the wall of course.)

God has a reason that I am here. He has a work, a serving him right in front of my home, that He is calling me to do. He has walls that need repairing, and gates that need to be fixed. There is work IN me, IN our family, and in our area of influence that He is calling us to step up and dig in and get dirty doing.

So I’m thinking this week on what is burdening my heart. What is my current cup to bear. What is my wall that I feel called to right now.

And what I plan to do about it.