I’m sitting in the midst of chaos. I have an assorted pile of boxes on my right, clothes draped over the back of a couch behind me, a large decoration unpacked on my left, paint stripped from the wall where a shelf pulled it off in front of me, and I don’t even want to think about the garage or the other rooms, in a state of utter disaster. Our U-Pack trailer is parked in front, and we have a strong feeling we won’t fit our many belongings in that thing without having to pay a lot for some extra footage.
Now I’m sitting in an echoey room, mostly empty except for a few stacked boxes, a dead bug that had been under a bookcase, a large plant in the corner that we sadly can’t take with us, some wires, and JP’s little blanket that belongs in the car (which, by the way, has been driving him crazy–“I have two blankies!” he says with dismay in his voice. “This is the car blankie!”). I haven’t been able to finish much of what I’ve started today. I start packing a box and get called to another room to do something else, forget to finish my box, and start another one. Why should be my blog post be any different?
Despite the help I’ve been given, and I’ve been given a lot of help by a lot of sweet people that we love, this task of selling a house and moving from a three bedroom house with three kids to another city far away in three weeks is overwhelming. It’s chaotic. Not much is under my control. And I like control.
However, I know people are praying for me because I feel peace in the middle of the chaos. I’m not on edge like I normally would be. When I did feel overwhelmed before we started, I feel like God gave me a song to sing to remind me of where my focus needed to be. The worship band at my church played it on Sunday, and it was just what I needed. It’s “God, I Look to You”. The first lines say, “God, I look to You, I won’t be overwhelmed. Give me vision to see things like You do. God, I look to You, You’re where my help comes from.” Part of the chorus sings out, “Hallelujah, our God reigns.”
I may need a lot of help. But God is my help. He has shown that in a big way during this move, not only with all the friends and family helping us by watching our kids, boxing, packing boxes into the truck, preparing meals, and cleaning. He also did little things for us like having a friend give us a pair of barely used shoes (the exact right size for Mr. C) her son had outgrown when our son had a hole in the toe of his shoe from his foot pushing through. I knew I needed to get him some bigger shoes but didn’t know when I would find the time. My friend didn’t even know we needed new shoes. Or how about the big thing God did for us–gave us two offers on our house at the same time, which prompted one buyer to up the price to above what we had listed?
All around me can be pretty overwhelming. I am surrounded with chaos. But God is my strength. And He reigns over the chaos.
“Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice; And let them say among the nations, ‘The LORD reigns.’ O give thanks to the LORD, for He is good;
For His lovingkindness is everlasting” (I Chr. 16:31, 34).