I’d love to take the path most taken: put my kids in school, work out at the gym, sip coffee with friends, go shopping, take vacations, and lead a normal, suburban life.
But I can’t.
And I don’t have a choice about it.
I must follow where God leads and that’s not exactly the way I’d go and certainly not the easy route that’s for sure. I’m called to write: a path full of rejection which I’m not good at taking. I’m called to homeschool–a bit out of the mainstream but growing by leaps and bounds as more and more parents realize what a classroom full of 30 kids is really like compared to 3 kids. I’m called to be a wife and mother and care-taker of animals. And I’m sure I’m called to other things; I just can’t see them at the moment.
Not that my life is hard. In fact, I’m very, very blessed. I have a hard-working husband who supports me in all I do. I have wonderful, healthy kids who are growing up strong in the Lord. I have 2 dogs and 2 cats to care for. I have a home, cars, God, and love.
Yet for those who are blessed, more is expected. I am called for more and I can’t quit until it’s achieved. My calling is also not my own. I don’t think I would have chosen it. In fact, I know I wouldn’t have. I would have chosen to be born to royalty (or at least to millionaires) and led a cushy life for the my brief time here on Earth.
But I wasn’t.
I was called to lead an ordinary life in a not-so-ordinary fashion.
All because of God within.
It drives me, propels me, forces me to do so.
Even when I have no desire to.
1 Corinthians 6:19-20: “…You are not your own; you were bought at a price.”
I am God’s. And I’d have it no other way.