Moving Notice

Those who live in Maroth writhe in pain, waiting for relief…Micah 1:12

When I moved from San Diego to Texas, I forgot to pack for bleakness. Exchanging the ocean for the plains and trading flowers for red dirt caused the picture postcard of Lifeasithoughtitshouldbe to wrinkle in the clenched fist of my expectation. I kept missing what I left instead of embracing where I was.

But that was nothing compared to Maroth. Maroth was a place mentioned only once in the Bible. It was a place not far from Jerusalem invaded by the Assyrian army.

Maroth became a sacked city. The citizens of Maroth continued to wait, remembering former times until the Assyrians invaded. Then the city name of Maroth became ancient synonym for bitterness and grief. No one would choose to name their son or daughter Maroth. The folks who lived in Maroth were described as waiting “carefully” for good but writhing in pain, waiting for relief but refusing to let go of the past.

Physical pain is bad enough but it can’t touch the other kind – the agony of a broken heart
that won’t heal for anything, the deep, relentless ache of a dream that refuses to come true no matter how hard I try ~Steve Schwambach @

Are you in your own neighborhood of Maroth?

Are you in a pain that will not heal? Are you carefully waiting for the good of a past you remember? Does the past seem to grow sweeter with each day? Are you trying (or have you tried) to think it through, cry it out, agenda-ize it, victimize yourself, rush to a solution, talk it out, work it out, resolution it out, numb it, avoid it, rationalize it, scream it away?

Welcome to Maroth. Population: All of us

May I offer something to try?

Please stop trying.
Put everything, every last worry at the foot of the cross.
And. Leave. It. There.

Let. It. Go.
Let God Have It.

Please resist being like me. I keep going back for what I left at the cross. Returning to it. Forgetting to take up my cross daily. Reliving the bitterness. Thinking I can fix it/reason it/debate it/zen it away.

I continue to pick up the burdens I dropped off at the Cross and set off for my own roadtrip to Maroth. The road of return to Maroth is rough and the sand in my shoes is achingly unpleasant.

But, as the prophet Micah and my internal sermon remind me: God is not our omnipresent dry cleaner. We do not go back and pick up what we leave to be cleaned and straightened out. Life is not a theological “In-By-9-Out-by-5” exchange.

We leave our dirty laundry with Him. And cling to His love…
and Because of Grace His love will escort you and me and us out of Maroth. Permanently.

Jude 1:21

Collage by Helen

Keep yourselves in God’s love as you wait for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ to bring you to eternal life. Jude 1:21


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