There is a mantra among new parents, oft repeated and spoken with a mix of exhaustion and hope, that “everything is temporary.”
That is, the sleepless nights, the afternoons filled with crying, the growth spurts, they’re all necessary phases, but blips on the map of childhood so quickly turning to youth and adulthood, and life. Young parents remark that if you can keep this perspective that everything is temporary, you can endure anything…temporarily.
I do find this advice helpful and comforting, not only for parenting, but for other aspects of life. And I find it similar and perhaps more poignant alongside the wisdom that we are to abide in God as God abides in us.
Abiding has always been instructive to me, because it reminds me not to project outward from my fears, but to trust that there is more than this moment. Rather than the existential promise of all of life being temporary, abiding reminds me of the importance of choosing and praying for faith—active, strident faith–that humbly believes and resolute, unswerving hope to accompany it.
It is only through abiding with God, gladly placing some of my fear and worry at his feet, and coming plainly to him with my raw hunger and thirst, that I am reminded that God abides with me not temporarily, but for eternity, ordering all moments around a life-giving sacrifice that brings eternal grace and peace.
This is what I choose and try to fixate on when life seems mundane and contrived, that what is extraordinary about the ordinary is God’s grace that makes each morning fresh and new, grace for more than this moment–for eternity.