Saturday, February 14, 2015

Life mission statement

Just today I read this lovely quote from Emily Dickinson "The Truth must dazzle gradually/ or every man be blind."

As I'm figuring out who I am I like the thought of Truth being shown little by little.  I don't know that it's God's plan for Truth to be that way, but it's been that way in my world.

I have happy news:  I finished up 48 Days to the Work you Love but I don't think I had the outcome with it that I had hoped for.  I had this expectation that I would work through the book and have this light bulb moment when I would magically know what I need to do for the rest of my life.  A dream job.  One that would make every day be shiny, pretty and wonderful.  My happily ever after.

Now back to the real world where I still have 3 kids, 2 dogs, loads of laundry and all the other things I do.  I thought I found the answer:  go back to teaching bilingual elementary full time while my husband pitches in to help with all the house and parent stuff I currently do on my own.  Bingo! 

I pitched that idea and was gently told it wasn't time yet for me to go back to work full time.  Our youngest is too young and it's not the best choice for us right now.  In hindsight I'm thankful for the discernment that my husband used in that moment.  That's not how I responded, though.  I felt mad, like I had been told to get back in the kitchen and put my brain on hold a little longer.

The daily grind of doing homework, making lunches, planning meals, doing the shopping etc just isn't exciting.  It's work.  Yes, it's rewarding and yes, I'm very blessed to do it, but it's lost its luster.  The promise of a new job that would let me use my God-given gifts and abilities was like the carrot, just dangling in front of me that I couldn't get.  Unfair.

Contentment is hard.  For much of my life I really thought if I just followed the rules well enough everything would work out.  Life would be easy.  And then I became a mom.  I grew up.  The Lord gently showed me that I had been worshipping an idol of comfort and selfishness.  Now I see with my eyes wide open that God didn't put me on this earth so I could live in a Disney castle and be a princess with no worries.  Instead, He knit me just the way He needed me to be so I could be His masterpiece;  a source of hope and light in a dying, broken world. 

So where does contentment fit in?  Part of 48 Days encourages you to write your life mission statement.  At first I told Aaron that seemed silly because I was reading this book to figure out what to do in my professional life, not my "life" life.  Aaron's wise;  he told me I would be happier in my job if it fit in with my life mission.  He was right.

I realized that even though the seasons of my life change, who I am doesn't.  The truer I can remain to who I am the more at peace I'll be. 

Today I found myself bogged down in a task for my boys that needs to be done, but that I'm not enjoying.  It's not in the center of my life's mission.  That doesn't mean I can't do it, but it helped me see that I can do it but I need to take breaks to recharge my own battery.  So I vented to Aaron about why the task was stressing me out, took a coffee break, read a book I'm thoroughly enjoying and then chose to write this blog posting.  Words are therapy for me.  Processing my feelings through words is a creative process that brings me peace. 

In conclusion, I want to share my life mission statement.  I will shine my light by being a loving wife, empowering mom and kind citizen of this world.  Professionally  I will use my language skills, unique way of seeing the world and gift of encouragement to help others along their road.

A lead has come my way for the fall that I'm prayerfully considering.  The neat thing is that it fits perfectly in my mission statement even though it's out of my comfort zone.  It would be a real opportunity for growth for me and a blessing to my family.  Right now I'm holding it with an open hand until I know God's direction.  The planner in me wants to know NOW if it's going to work out, but the woman who knows it's wiser to wait on God for me to know His will is content to wait it out for today and trust Him with tomorrow.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

The joy of receiving

The other day I got a happy surprise:  a stranger paid for my lunch at Chick-fil-a.  Totally unexpected and it made my day.  I went on to pass the kindness on by giving flowers to a friend who had recently had a death in her family.  My youngest son chose the flowers and got to give them to the friend which made it all the more special.

I was feeling great.  I told my husband about the surprise lunch treat and he asked if I had paid for the next car in line.  Nope.  Wasn't even really tempted to do that.  His question made me feel like I had somehow broken a rule and totally robbed the beauty of the gift I was given.

I've been stewing on this for a few days and today I'm posting loud and clear for all the world to read:  it's OK to just accept a gift sometimes.  You don't always have to reciprocate.  I chose to enjoy that meal and ponder the goodness that there still is in this world.  Granted, I felt led to also do a kind deed using that $9 and it was a blessing to a dear friend, but why do I always have to give?

I think there's a time to receive.

Thursday was my turn.  I give to my boys, my husband, my church, my job, my friends, my MOPs group, my bible study, my pets, my community and whoever knows who else and when do I get to receive?  Finally, at Chick-fil-a when a stranger does a kind deed.  Well, amen, sister!  I don't know you, but thank you for the wonderful lunch.  May others be blessed by your kindness and sweet spirit (and may they do it more gracefully and with less guilt than I did).