A few weeks ago my husband and I drove to the top of Mount Stuart to take photos of a beautiful sunset.
As we walked around the mountain's edge, waiting for the sun to lower its heavy orb onto the mountain strewn horizon, this little wallaby stopped not far from me.
We watched each other, neither flinching, no fear in his bright eyes and no rapid movements by me to hurry him along.
So he stood, almost relaxed, and quite at home in his natural environment - probably wondering what I was doing there so obviously out of place.
I gently lifted my camera in front of my face and began to click away, taking more than twenty photos as my young friend turned his head this way and that like he'd posed for magazine covers on a daily basis for years.
Then with what seemed to be a 'nod' of farewell he casually bounded across the rocks and out of sight.
The sunset that followed was beautiful, but it didn't quite live up to the delight of my wallaby encounter.
Like my mammalian friend, we too have a natural earthly environment - its where we live, the family that surrounds us, our circle of friends, the community we are a part of, our place of employment, the local shops we frequent, the sporting or hobby groups we engage with, our local church, the people on our street or in our neighbourhood.
Today's Scripture passage reminded me that until Jesus returns, or my time comes to leave this temporary home and meet Him face to face in heaven, I must make my peace with dwelling exactly where God has placed me.
And not just make my peace with it, but to cultivate faithfulness here - doing good, and trusting Him.
You see for the longest time, I've been straining against God about living here. Bitterness had taken root and I could not see anything good about living in a hot and sticky tropical cyclone-attracting, mosquito ridden place. I greatly felt my discomfort and lamented being brought here against my will. I wept over personal desires for a cooler country life in another state not being fulfilled.
My sweet old Pop, if he were still alive, would have described me as a misery-guts and he would have been right.
I held on to my bitterness, my woe-is-me attitude, for far too long, and frequently shared my despair amongst those who love me. Worse, what a sorry burden I laid upon my sweet husband who had brought our family here in the hope of a better life.
But then, God.
So gently, ever gracious, He opened my eyes and He put His finger on my heart.
Like that Mount Stuart sunset, the day closed on my bitterness and the hope of new dawn began to stir.
I can tell you today that I am where I am and I'm happy to be here. No longer do I cry out to be moved on, but I ask Him, "show me how to do good in this land where I dwell...cultivate within me a faithful heart so I can bring You glory...remind me daily of the blessings I'm blind to...change me from a selfish complainer to a generous rejoicer."
I do not for one moment believe I'll never complain again, but I will complain less and less, and rejoice more and more, because He is at work within me and He is faithful.
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