"Then Jacob was left alone and a Man wrestled with him until the breaking of day...
And He said, 'Let me go, for the day breaks.'
But he said, 'I will not let You go unless You bless me!'
So He said to him, 'What is your name?'
He said, 'Jacob.'
And He said, 'Your name shall no longer be called Jacob, but Israel; for you have struggled with God and with men, and have prevailed.'
Then Jacob asked, saying, 'Tell me You name, I pray.'
And He said, 'Why is it that you ask about My name?' And He blessed him there.
Genesis 32:24-29
As I was reading through my Bible this morning, I came across a devotion about the account of Jacob fighting an angel in the desert. This altercation is more than a professional wrestling cage match or boxing on Pay-Per-View. God illustrates an essential tenet of faith in Jacob's experience, one that is echoed throughout the Bible: when we ask a question of God, He asks a question back.
My husband and I are about to sell our first house, which we have lived in for two and a half years. It's been both a source of blessing and vexation to me. The layout makes my day as a stay-at-home mother difficult - lots of exhausting stairs, no open floor plan, only one bedroom to sleep in (the other is in the attic, not good for a baby, and the other is on the first floor and is used as our family room). I've been in prayer for the past year and a half to find a new home. However, there were so many things that were preventing us from moving. We didn't know if we were going to stay in the area or not, because I was a new mother living a couple of hours away from my family and missing them terribly while my husband worked long hours. Winter was especially rough last year. Then, we weren't sure where to relocate if we decided to remain local. My husband has an excellent job as an inventory department manager for an international shipping supplies distributor. Should we live close to his job? We weren't too far away, but living right near it would be great for him. But, the houses were very expensive and we were adamant about not taking on a gigantic mortgage. Should we stay here in the country? I loved it but wanted to live near people. I was very lonely during the day.
During the year and a half of struggle over when and where to move, all while looking at other houses and seeing God prevent many of our plans, I realized that I, too, like Jacob, was wrestling with God. I repeatedly asked Him, "Should we move? Is this the house? Should we stay here? Make it work? What do you want me to do?" I knew that He was working inside of me and that His plans are always for our good welfare. It was just so difficult to be patient on the days where I was up and down three flights of steps to put laundry in, go to the bathroom, try and clean the kitchen, all while toting a baby on my hip and wearing myself out the entire way. All the while God wasn't only telling me to "wait" - He was teaching me a valuable lesson.
I asked something of God, and He asked something of me in return. He asked me why moving was so important to me. "Kelly, why do you feel such despair over this? Why do you feel that not having a different house makes you so depressed? Why are you so anxious?" Well, why was I?
Our home is tough to live in with a baby, but it's not impossible. In fact, it's a blessing. I cannot look at it through the lens of ingratitude and ever expect to see the glory of God in giving us such a place to live. We're in the country in a small town with no crime. We've been blessed through some good local friends and a welcoming church. With the hardships that come with this house (missing family and friends, feeling alienated, the bad floorplan and not having enough bedrooms or the "right" space), it's also a blessing that we've endured these things and have patiently worked at keeping our eyes fixed on the Lord, not on the argumentative neighbor or how vexing it is to have steep 1800s steps (they're half the size of a regular step, trust me!).
God showed me that I really have a problem with control - I want too much of it. In fact, I want ALL of it! Alas, none of it's really in my hands. God has granted us free will, but our ultimate destinies lie with Him. Our free will can being us closer to our Lord through obedience and trust, or it can connect us with the devil. Our house was fine for the time-being, and I didn't have to depress myself over dwelling on how we'd definitely need a different place when a second child came or when Grace was a couple years older. I didn't have to get so anxious over not yet knowing if we'd stay in Berks County or leave for Chester County. In fact, God already knew what would happen and was asking me to stay steadfast in trusting His plans. Who am I to say that the Creator of this fantastic and inexplicably grand planet and universe couldn't devise where my next house would be and how we'd get there?
So, today I thank my Lord for not only granting us this move which we're gearing up for, but for the past year and a half of asking us to wait and reflect. If He would've given us all of the answers when Grace was born and we started getting antsy about relocating (okay, I say "we" but hubby really is the most content person alive, so he was never worried, LOL), then I would've never grown closer to Him through working to answer His questions. Instead of entreating God for a response and quietly listening for His answer, choose to hear His question. I promise that The Almighty's reply will always be clear in your answer.