I [Emily] bought a pair (Ok, technically two! They were on sale!) of linen pants from Old Navy this summer. The top of the pants have a stretchy band. They’re not maternity…I checked. That’s just how they made them. Little did I know how thankful I would be for these pants!
See there’s this crazy thing about being back in America – you gain weight! Living overseas your way of life is ACTIVE. You walk almost every where you go.
There are countless stair cases to hike up over and over again. You carry your groceries, or really anything you’ve purchased that day, all over town.
And, at least in our case, you sweat like crazy all day long.
The kind of food you eat is also different. We ate all fresh fruits and vegetables. Organic food was our only option, not just the healthy, overpriced one like it is here in the states. Almost everything that came out of my kitchen for meal times was made from scratch.
We had limited options of fast food restaurants to go to and while we did frequent them we didn’t eat out as much as we’ve found ourselves doing here.
So this morning when I was deciding on an outfit I immediately gravitated to my forgiving, stretchy, comfortable linen pants. They go with every top I have. They don’t require me to suck in my tummy that’s grown ever so slightly in the past two months of being in the states. Who wouldn’t choose these pants every. single. day?
As I was putting them on I realized something – Everyone needs a pair of stretchy pants during transition.
Transition is hard. You never really know what’s next. We’ve slept in 8 different beds in the last 10 weeks. I can put all our belongings in the suitcases we brought over (although it never fits as nicely as it did the first time), dump it all in the massive suburban we’re borrowing and be ready to go in about an hour max. Somedays we eat when we can where we can. Each day looks differently than the day before which is only fun for a few weeks. Transition is uncomfortable, unforgiving and unrelenting. Everything opposite of my amazing, stretchy linen pants.
And sometimes I just need something stretchy. Something that gives grace in the midst of chaos. Something that isn’t restrictive when my options feel so limited. Something that seems and looks normal in the midst of a life season that’s anything but normal.
Slowly but surely those moments have started coming. Like that one time we decided we could keep going if we just had a good, queen sized bed and someone let us borrow theirs for as long as we needed it. Or those multiple times we’ve been handed cash or gift cards just because. Then it came that other night when Adam and I went on a date and life felt normal again. Or a few specific mornings when His voice has sounded louder, clearer and more steady than the chaos I hear surrounding me.
But, if I really get honest with myself, it was that moment when my husband showed me this clip from a favorite movie: