God is Good, Repost

This post, which was written by me, was originally published as a guest post over at Ostriches Look Funny.

JoAnn, author of Ostriches Look Funny, asked me to write a post finishing the statement: “God is good, in spite of _______.”

I am linking this post up to Kelly’s Korner:  Show us Your Life, Parenting Advice.

Growing up, I always thought I would do something fantastic with my life.  In middle school, I dreamed of being a writer.  Then  the day came when two boys got a hold of my journal and teased me endlessly for A) having a journal and B) my use of the word measly.

I still maintain that measly is a fantastic word.

Later on, I apparently became full of myself and decided maybe I had the chance at being a model or something of that nature. 

(my sister, mom, and me)

Here are my glamour shots.  Don’t be jealous.

  You can understand why I felt modeling was in my future.

That dream died once I overheard a classmate shout: “When Taylor walks into a room wearing a red dress, everyone runs away and yells ‘Kool-Aid Man!'”

It’s something I’ve obviously never gotten over.

Next, I went through a phase where I wanted to be a senator.  Senators can be plump, so it would be a good fit for me.  I wanted to live in a city. I wanted to be a world-class pianist.  I wanted to have my name in history books. I wanted to be someone. 

I am now thirty years old.  I have not accomplished any of the goals I had once set out to do.   I struggle with a restlessness in my heart, a sort of panic that overtakes me when I remind myself that I am, in fact, thirty, and have accomplished nothing.

All the days seem to merge together.

There are dishes to be washed . . .

floors to be swept . . .

messes to be picked up . . .

and don’t EVEN get me started on the laundry.

The days are long, but the years are quick.

When did my babies grow up?

Now, I can say this:  God is good, in spite of me.

Me and my selfishness, impatience, and crankiness.  Me and my insecurities and my restlessness. 

Me.

Even though I didn’t come up with this plan for my life, He did.  I am right where I need to be, accomplishing something fantastic . . . raising my four, healthy children.

I am blessed because of it.

Oh, the days are not easy.  I’ve had my share of poo and vomit, tantrums and fits, hitting and screaming. 

And let’s not forget the “joys” that homeschooling brings.

“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men.”

Colossians 3:23

Being a mother and a wife is what I do, it is the role that God has placed me in.  I am not here to please others, I am not here to impress anyone.

God has taught me in the past few years that life is not about me. 

 I know.  I found it to be a shock, too. 

Even though my daily tasks can seem boring or meaningless, I am making an impression on my children and those around me. 

 I am serving the Lord, and that is the best job one can have.