Tripped Out
I feel old....real old. Not like, hey I'm a granny, someone get me my depends. More like, crap, I'm not a teenager or even a twenty-something any more. I'm an almost thirty mom who says things like "Get that helicopter out of your pants!" and "Babe, I'm really not seeing sex in the morning happening in like, the next 6 years." So what makes me feel old is that I'm even thinking about my age. And I'm seeing all of these people who I knew so long ago, and their having kids and getting married and traveling the world. I've been there, done that....what's next, what's new for me?
Then, I get an epiphany...a dose of the truth. And it's a doozy...
It's not about me.
Yeah, my life is not about me. I've been wondering why the heck I constantly question what it is I'm doing and why it matters. Our culture bombards women with the message that you can be a mom and wife and that's all great, but don't waste your entire life on just that!! Go to school, get a degree, get a job and for God's sake contribute something of worth to this world!! Here I am, thinking, yes! You're right!! Changing poopy diapers and doing laundry ain't cutting it!! I need to get out there. Shift my focus off my family alone and spread the wealth of my wonderous abilities with the masses.
But here in lies the problem. My life should not be about sharing myself with others in order to fulfill myself and make myself feel worth something. I am a Christian. So what does the Bible say about my calling in life?
1. If I am a wife, my first priority (after God) is to my husband. I need to make sure that everything I do supports and enables my husband to do whatever job God has given him to do. And not only to do it well, but to excel.
"Great," I think. "I'm nothing more than a walking servant slash doormat that has to serve and cater to my husband?" Well, no. Because if my man is in line with the Word, and being the husband that God fully requires him to be, he would be treating me with the utmost respect, adoration and love that Jesus has for us...in that he would die for me, fully forsaking himself to give me life. So support and equality go hand in hand with my role. I am to respect and support him in return.
It makes so much sense...yet it is hard to admit that I can find joy in my daily life by being in a supporting role and not in the lead. But I guess it's better to follow God than my own, lame, selfish desires...
Well, a baby is crying and a little boy is trying to get the dog to go down the slide...it's the story of my life!
Then, I get an epiphany...a dose of the truth. And it's a doozy...
It's not about me.
Yeah, my life is not about me. I've been wondering why the heck I constantly question what it is I'm doing and why it matters. Our culture bombards women with the message that you can be a mom and wife and that's all great, but don't waste your entire life on just that!! Go to school, get a degree, get a job and for God's sake contribute something of worth to this world!! Here I am, thinking, yes! You're right!! Changing poopy diapers and doing laundry ain't cutting it!! I need to get out there. Shift my focus off my family alone and spread the wealth of my wonderous abilities with the masses.
But here in lies the problem. My life should not be about sharing myself with others in order to fulfill myself and make myself feel worth something. I am a Christian. So what does the Bible say about my calling in life?
1. If I am a wife, my first priority (after God) is to my husband. I need to make sure that everything I do supports and enables my husband to do whatever job God has given him to do. And not only to do it well, but to excel.
"Great," I think. "I'm nothing more than a walking servant slash doormat that has to serve and cater to my husband?" Well, no. Because if my man is in line with the Word, and being the husband that God fully requires him to be, he would be treating me with the utmost respect, adoration and love that Jesus has for us...in that he would die for me, fully forsaking himself to give me life. So support and equality go hand in hand with my role. I am to respect and support him in return.
It makes so much sense...yet it is hard to admit that I can find joy in my daily life by being in a supporting role and not in the lead. But I guess it's better to follow God than my own, lame, selfish desires...
Well, a baby is crying and a little boy is trying to get the dog to go down the slide...it's the story of my life!
posted by Kimberly | 1:32 PM
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