For everything there is a season...
Sometimes simply enjoying my current season of life is hard.
As a single person I wanted to get married.
As a new bride I wanted babies.
With new babies I wanted talking, interacting toddlers.
It's not that I didn't enjoy or appreciate each new season, because I did.
But I have always looked forward to the next season.
I struggle with balance, priorities and simply being present in the here and now.
I struggle when I compare myself to other moms who are leading entirely different lives.
Not better lives. Not worse lives. Just different - and I start to wonder if my life shouldn't be different like theirs too.
It's at times that I struggle that I am most grateful for a defined list of priorities for myself, my children and our family. Because then even if I feel like doing something that will completely redirect us, I don't. Because it's not part of the plan.
A plan that we have prayed about, sought guidance for and matches up with our family motto.
It's not that having a list of priorities makes the challenges any less of a challenge, but it reminds me of why I am doing what I'm doing. It reminds me of what the (hopeful!) end goal is. And it reminds me that there have been hours of prayer put into the defined priority list - and it makes deciding what I should actually do easier.
And maybe this makes no sense to anyone else.
But I needed to remind myself.
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