Unloading the dishwasher, I stack the same three bowls we’ve used for a couple weeks back into the empty kitchen cabinet. This morning, the heaviness in my chest keeps productivity moving at a turtle’s pace.
I walk plates to the island carrying an invisible hard shell of worries with each step. No matter how deeply I sigh, the uncertainty in my circumstance clenches the exhale with a steadfast grip. As soon as I allow myself to dream about the future, joy is shrouded by the what-ifs.
Our well laid plans to move to London are delayed by God’s timing. Instead of navigating a new culture, I am still packing boxes and unloading my kid’s cereal bowls from the dishwasher. A For Sale sign remains front and center, planted among tufts of green grass in the garden.
In the book of Philippians Paul says; do not be anxious about anything. In my current situation this translates, “Do not breathe or the worst will happen.” That feels impossible.
I used to read this verse as a suggestion . . . but now I know better. Join me for the rest of the story at Velvet Ashes, a website dedicated to women living overseas. I’m finding kindred souls and a warm place to exhale in this community. Join me?