so much of my day to day is still determined by what boxes have been unpacked. it was a revelation when we found the iron, and i could choose work clothes beyond those that came out of the dryer without wrinkles. and then the bigger questions, like, do we require the kid to eat breakfast at the dining room table, even though it seems ridiculously far from the kitchen, or do we try to set food boundaries around appropriate ways to eat in the living room? we are still working out where things go, how we organize chores, where we put dirty clothes. our domestic lives seemed mired in a thousand little adjustments, as we create a new structure and place for three people to make the basics work together.
when you move into a new house, putting new wine into new wineskins seems like an obvious process for the practical things. clearly, the kitchen cabinets cannot be organized the way they were in the last kitchen. clearly, we are going to have to decide how to organize our closet differently. and yet, on the bigger questions of how we live well–how do we arrange our rountines, how do we make sure our social needs are fulfilled, how do we connect to a larger community–my first instinct is to pour the new wine into the old skins. we have physically moved so many times in the last few years, and all those moves were within a small radius, that we rarely had to change much about how we lived well. we could shop at the same grocery and get the same good produce. we had the same farmer’s market available and the same good take out (even closer now!). our friends were the same distance away, and look we moved even closer to that bar where i like to grab a pint with my bestie. none of those moves required new ways of relating to our families–they were still thousands of miles away–nor new jobs, new churches, new communities.
and now, here we are, thousands of miles away from where we learned how to live well. thousands of miles from the communities that sustained us, the friends that took care of us. thousands of miles closer to aunts and unlces and cousins. in a house with space at a price that allows us some more financial freedom and lifestyle creativity. thousands of miles closer to old friends, and in the same office as new friends. a new job with a new working structure and different demands on my schedule. new roles in our family as we change our work patterns. the old wineskins are clearly inadequate.
to cope with the other changes in my life, that happened so often (like new apartments, constant shifts at work) i had to particular ways i had honed over the first three years of my first call. i got a beer every week with a good friend who shared my quirky vocation, as well as being only a couple weeks younger than me. i carefully structured my day off during the week to include a nap, a walk, really good coffee, and time outside. i structured my work week to avoid working too much and to ensure quality time with my daughter. we lived somewhere where it was easy to share one car. our circle supported us, loved us and grew us.
this week’s reading in mark 2 is challenging me to remember that the old ways aren’t going to work this time around. yes, change is hard, but it is also fruitful, exciting and good. there is much to be discovered if i can be brave enough to welcome the new that God is continuing to offer.