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When a Holding Pattern is Your Homework Assignment

LAURA PATTERSON | GUEST Three years ago, I found myself in a holding pattern over the city of Nashville. Only minutes after the pilot instructed the cabin and crew to prepare for descent, the plan seemed to change. I realized over the next 30 minutes, with no announcement from the cockpit, that we were not landing after all. Instead, we were circling the Nashville airport in a racetrack pattern, suspended at 30,000 feet. For someone with anxious tendencies, combined with the fact that I was traveling alone, I began to feel unsettled. I focused on deep breathing and tried to distract myself. But I knew something was wrong—why weren’t we landing at our intended destination? Perhaps the experience of a holding pattern feels familiar as you settle into the realities of a new school or ministry year. You bought tickets to an intended destination, packed your bags appropriately, and now that you are in the air, you are confronted with the fact that you are not actually in control. Unknown Flight Path As far as I can recall, every past school and ministry year has brought with it a new or ongoing holding pattern. It’s like a spiritual homework assignment set on repeat. And, as a new year of learning and growing is now underway, I find myself wondering how this journey will go...

When a Holding Pattern is Your Homework AssignmentChristina Fox2025-09-12T11:51:41+00:00

I’m New Here! Did You Notice?

SAMI MACDONALD|GUEST As the resident of my 17th home in 34 years, my many memories of being the new girl often culminate in various cafeterias. Memories of circling tables while scanning for an open seat, holding a tray that feels as wobbly as my quickly beating heart. I remember wanting to ask the scariest question: “Is this seat taken?” What I really wanted wasn’t just a seat, but for someone kind to notice me and offer me a seat at her table. I longed to belong. And that longing doesn’t end when schoolgirl days are over. Maybe you have been here, too. Being new – to a church, town, job, or just walking into any room full of unfamiliar faces – can leave us feeling quite vulnerable. Newness stirs in us a deep fear of isolation, including her counterparts’ shame and rejection. About this, the Gospel has much to say. I invite you to consider periods of transition as opportunities to lean into the rich spiritual realities of our bond with Christ. Let’s look to the beloved book of Ruth, whose story of new girls in a new land demonstrates God’s faithful love. Ruth and Naomi were single women uprooted from their home country. Being in a foreign land wasn’t just uncomfortable, but dangerous. In a patriarchal society, they were vulnerable without a husband’s provision. In God’s kindness, Ruth is seen by Boaz, who eventually becomes her redeemer. “Then she fell on her face, bowing to the ground, and said to him, “Why have I found favor in your eyes, that you should take notice of me, since I am a foreigner?” (Ruth 2:10) We also are seen in our vulnerability. Acknowledging the reality of our aloneness in new situations is appropriate but does not have to define us. At one time we were indeed separated, alienated, and without hope (Eph. 2:12). But we find rest when we remember God graciously fixed His gaze upon our vulnerability and brought us near, grafted us into Himself, sheltering us under His wings. These aren’t just momentary truths at salvation or future hopes for eternity. Our Father sees our vulnerabilities now and it is in His very character to move toward our needs (Matt. 7:11). Furthermore, Boaz not only sees Ruth’s needs, but he also welcomes her to his personal table. “And at mealtime Boaz said to her, “Come here and eat some bread and dip your morsel in the wine.” So she sat beside the reapers, and he passed to her roasted grain. And she ate until she was satisfied, and she had some left over” (Ruth 2:14). Boaz is a pointer to Christ. He doesn’t just satisfy her need for a meal, but as the story unfolds, he marries her, providing ultimate security as she joins his covenant family....

I’m New Here! Did You Notice?Christina Fox2025-07-09T18:30:57+00:00

The Renovation of a Soul

SUSAN TYNER | CONTRIBUTOR Never go to the grocery store hungry and never let your husband look at Zillow if you’re feeling bored. The move from Mississippi to Texas had been a big one. Besides the loss of small-town connections, our usually chaotic house of seven finally entered the empty nest phase, and Lee and I found ourselves idling. Listless. In a word, we felt a little blah. In this season of unusual boredom, Lee was Zillow-surfing and landed on a listing in a neighborhood we stalked on weekend drives. The tree lined streets boasted sidewalks with families walking their dogs. Grand homes and cottages looked well-tended despite their age. We toured the house Lee found and decided it would be perfect once we did some construction on it. So, out of a little loneliness and a lot of naivete, we decided to put our house (a perfectly beautiful house on a really lovely street, by the way) on the market. I knew just because I wanted this house, that did not mean I would get it. Feeling like a little girl asking my earthly Daddy for a new toy, I sat down with my Father and boldly prayed for this house. He and I both knew it was not a necessity—more of a wish. And, I knew if this was a terrible idea, He would never give me something that wasn’t good for me. I trusted Him to answer yes or no. He said yes. And, it was a quick yes. Buyers snatched up our house before it hit the market. We bought our new home for lower-than-asking-price. We hired a contractor. Sure, we’d heard the horror stories of renovations of old houses, but this was God’s gift to us. And while we knew better than to overlook the peeling paint and crooked walls for the hundred-year-old charm, we saw green lights everywhere. The inconveniences of a renovation were small prices to pay to unwrap this good gift, right?...

The Renovation of a SoulChristina Fox2024-07-04T15:47:39+00:00

Transitions: Hope for Those Facing Change

RENEE MATHIS|CONTRIBUTOR As a writing teacher, this is a term I use all the time. I like to say that transitions are signposts or traffic signals we use to help our reader along the journey. While we may know where we are headed, the reader may not. Transitional words or phrases can be helpful in maintaining a sense of direction. “In addition…” “Accordingly…” “Therefore…” and “The first reason….” But what about when transitions leap off the page and become a reality? What does it look like when we move from one place or stage to the next? Currently I’m in an empty-next stage. My husband will be retiring in a few years. Should we move? Should we be closer to the kids? We have 5 and they are spread out. Where do we go? These are scary changes for me! Transitioning to new adventures and maybe a new location are exciting prospects for my husband, but for change-averse me, the idea of a major move is daunting! Then there are the transitions that are more personal. I will be ending a 30 year long teaching career that began with homeschooling my 5 year old and grew to include 4 more children and eventually classes of other homeschooled children, locally and online. Will I miss grading all those essays? Probably not. Will I miss connecting to my students, “my kids,” praying with and for them, seeing the light bulb moments, and rejoicing in their progress? Of course! Yet, even without a gradebook, I know the Lord has opportunities for me to teach. I look forward to transitioning to a different kind of teaching. Any kind of change brings questions...

Transitions: Hope for Those Facing ChangeChristina Fox2022-05-08T00:05:48+00:00