Sold Out

I think I’m going to ramble today. I have a lot to catch up on. Like why I haven’t written a post in nearly two months.

Long story.

Remember when I wrote about moving last summer? (Wow. Hard to believe that was at the end of August.)

We didn’t move. Turned out that job wasn’t a good fit for Daddy, so he resigned after four weeks.

We still knew it was unlikely Dad would get a job here in Huntsville. The town has changed since we lived here several years ago. So we didn’t unpack.

Which turned out to be a wise decision. Dad got a new job, this time on the south side of Nashville, Tennessee. That was November. We finally got our house on the market December 22nd. We had a contract on the 31st.

So now, finally, we’re set to move. The house closes the last day of January. We’ve picked out a new-to-us house in Tennessee. I’m surrounded by boxes and things that need to go in boxes as I write.

That’s the “Reader’s Digest Condensed Version.” Here’s the inside story.

When Dad quit that first job in Tennessee, we had half the house packed. My mind was totally geared for a move.

Then our takeoff was aborted. After we were about fifty feet in the air. The difficulty of the mental shift kinda surprised me. Yesterday we were moving, today we’re not. Okay. Wow. Readjust. We can do this.

While we waited to see what God would do next, I felt like life was sort of on hold. A lot of my things were packed. Furniture was in storage. I don’t want to sound melodramatic. It just felt weird.

Then Daddy got the new job. He was away all week; came home on the weekends. We were trying to ready the house for the market. We had to paint over our beautiful colors with a fashionable, dull, soft gray.

Christmas felt strange with our house only partly decorated and Daddy gone in the weeks before the actual day. I didn’t even blog about the Christmas carols I wanted to share.

It was one of those waiting seasons, ya know? A test, so to speak. And I flunked it.

Somewhere along the line, I let my daily Bible reading slip. I still read almost every day, but not with the same focus, the same investment, as usual. And I noticed the problem, but couldn’t find the motivation to change it.

I quit praying much.

Confession: I still don’t have this prayer thing down. Far from it. You may have noticed I write about reading and studying the Bible on here, but not so much about prayer. That’s because I wouldn’t know what I was talking about. That is, I know how to do it. I just don’t have the confidence that comes from experience. I’ve had spells of consistency, but somehow I don’t make time for it regularly. Problem? Yes. Ouch.

I tried to have joy in the Lord, and I did. I tried to be cheerful, and I was. I wasn’t totally miserable. I just wasn’t flourishing.

And by now, I should know better. Been a Christian for sixteen years. Should have the fundamentals ingrained so I can focus on achieving new heights.

Why do I have to walk the same roads I’ve walked a dozen times before? Fight the same fights? How do I get cold toward Jesus? He died for me!

This morning I was on my knees repenting of half-hearted devotion to Jesus. I’m pretty sure I did that sometime last year. And the year before that. Probably the year before that. It’s getting tiresome, but I’m pretty sure I’ll be doing it again sometime. Ach!

I know part of my problem now is stress. I’m in a coping mode, and things aren’t going to be so vibrant in that case.

Part of the problem is I wrote hardly anything throughout December. That was caused by the stress, but it became a vicious circle because writing is good for my mental health. And I wasn’t making time for it.

Part of the problem is my health. I haven’t cared for my body–way too much sugar, not enough exercise. With my family’s history, I shouldn’t be playing games.

But I fear part of the problem is laziness. (I can’t believe I just said that.) Guess I never outgrew my childhood besetting sin.

Probably, this is more than you cared to know. I’m not real fond of spill-your-guts blog posts because they tend to sound depressing. Sometimes I feel like, in the name of honesty, we share too much. Too much of us, not enough of Jesus.

But I am trying to be honest. They say it’s good for you. And I don’t indulge much, so I hope you’ll forgive me.

Around the beginning of the year, friends were talking about a word for the year. Something inspiring or convicting. Something either you feel is right to choose, or even something God specifically gives you. I’ve never done that.

But this year I have a phrase. Can’t say God spoke to me audibly, but it fits what I’m going through right now.

Sold Out.

Sold out to Jesus, of course. Not to this world’s pleasures. Not to life’s trials. Not to my own whims. But to Jesus.

Do I know exactly what that looks like? Obviously not completely. But I reckon Jesus can show me if I’m willing to take the instruction. Am I scared? Yes, actually, although it’s silly because the best life possible is one surrendered to its Creator. I want to keep my eyes on the eternal Prize.

The New Year is a good time to try again at something you’ve failed before. Thank the Lord His grace is sufficient, and that He perfects His strength in our weakness. I’ve got plenty of weakness.

And I don’t want to end on a depressing note. Because I believe with all my heart that we can have victory in Jesus Christ. I’ve seen it in others, and I’ve experienced it myself.

I want to find it again. And I will, not because of my own striving, but because Jesus is faithful.

I think I’ll be praying for a lot of grace and strength this year. 🙂

-Miss Darcy

2 thoughts on “Sold Out

  1. Darcy, you can do this. I know because I’ve been in your shoes so many times in my Christian walk, I couldn’t even let you know how many. I’ve lost count. Just because we are Christians doesn’t mean we don’t fall back like that backsliding heifer. It may only be a step or two, and sometimes it may be almost all they way down the hill (the way I’ve done at least once in my life). Remember that the devil is still alive and has no greater pleasure than to see us slip.

    I’d like to remind you of a verse that you probably have memorized. 1 Thessalonians 5:17 Pray without ceasing. When you have problems finding time or motivation to set aside a certain time for prayer, remember this. Every time you speak to God, walking along, asking questions, thanking God for the smallest thing that pleases you, etc., you are praying. I talk to God all day long, and knowing you as I’ve come to, I’m sure you do too. It’s the devil that makes us feel guilty about not getting on our knees and closing that closet door. And I’m not saying we shouldn’t have a dedicated prayer time, but keep that verse in mind. It’s worked for me.

    Our Lord understands our frailties. And He is full of Mercy and Grace. Don’t be too hard on yourself, Darcy. You’ve been through a lot. Emotions are hard on the spirit. But you recognize what’s happening and want to get back to the top of that hill. That’s a start. You can do it.

    As far as the move goes, think of the stories you can come up with from this entire adventure. I’ve also lost count of the times I’ve moved in my life. It’s hard leaving what you’ve become accustomed to. But think of the new place as a clean canvas. All you and your family have to do is get out the paints and brushes, and start to paint.

    Also, remember you have friends here on line that you can pour out your heart to any time you get down.

    I’ve asked for prayer in Jimmy’s Prayer Room on Facebook, adding your blog to the prayer request so they can be specific for you. I know these people pray. I know a lot of them personally. We have your back, Darcy. Prayer works. Talk about losing count. I was saved sixty years ago as of next month. I can attest to the fact that prayer works.

    We love you. God bless you, your family, and the adventure ahead.

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    1. Thank you so much for your sweet encouragement, Sharon! ❤ And for the prayers. Can't have too many of those. 🙂 I'll be keeping that verse in mind as we make it through these next whirlwind days.

      I'm getting excited for our move. It's always an adventure wherever we go, and, as you mentioned, think of the material for stories! 🙂


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