Priorities are tricky. There's what you claim to value, what your actions show you value and what's important to you deep down all interacting to define you. Many times lately, I've felt myself drifting... my actions weren't lining up with what I claimed was important. I had no idea what was deep down inside of me. Let me tell you, it's no way to live. However, lately I am starting to get a sense of who I am. At first, I couldn't identify any one thing that most contributed to this clarity, but then it hit. God.
I've been searching for meaning, for purpose, and strength. I tried finding more friends, because friends can bring you happiness, and I didn't think I had all that many. I started training in a new career path, and while I'm enjoying the challenge, it felt like just one more responsibility. I started this blog, because this was a whole new community and type of support I wanted to try tapping into. I looked everywhere and still felt lost. I had even tried searching within my own church. I began coordinating a moving ministry and my husband and I became nursery volunteers. I tried everything, from small groups, to women's bible studies, to member mingles. I just couldn't connect and feel fulfilled.
I realize it might seem ironic that I hinted that God was my answer, and I just said church activities didn't help. Strange, I know. And this is where you may get a little lost in this post, as I'm really struggling to put in words exactly what happened in my heart. What happened in my life was that I started going to a Mom2Mom group at a different church in town. I'd tried every group my church had to offer, and just hadn't had the Spirit grab me. The first night at this M2M group though, I knew something was different.
The room looked like your typical church classroom. The women ranged in age from my grandma, down to twenties. Some had coffee, others water bottles. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. Then the meeting began. When we prayed to start the meeting, we asked God to help us be present and center ourselves for the messages to come. It felt freeing, and I eagerly waited for the speaker. It was a young mom and local fitness trainer who spoke on wellness - both physical, mental, and spirtual wellness. Her message was simple, yet profoundly impacted me. So would the speakers in weeks to come. They were all normal women, but God seemed to use them to reveal truths to me about my daily life. Following wellness was a talk on marriage, then raising children and their school environment, then orgnaization. Normal topics. And maybe to some women there, it was a normal Wednesday night, but for me each evening revealed more truth about how I should be living my life. I don't know if this group works miracles for everyone or if I'm finally just at a place in my life to listen to what God's been trying to tell me.
One speaker mentioned Ann Voskamp and her 1000 gifts. This was a trigger for me starting my own list of gifts and blessings in my own life. This act alone is changing my perspective each and every day. Each night my husband and I watch part of a show on Netflix. He created this wonderful wall-mounted TV set-up in our bedroom that is just so handy. The other night it hit me how lucky I am to have a husband with the skills to put it together and maintenance it. Not a huge deal, and I'm sure many other husbands can also do this for other women, BUT I was overwhelmed with gratitude for my husband. My baby had an ear infection. Going to bed that night, I almost teared up at how far medicine has come. Not all that long ago, a mother would have been rocking their feverish child praying for the fever to break and in the back of her mind hoping whatever illness this was wasn't life-threatening. I lied in bed knowing exactly what was wrong with my baby, confident that the antibiotics would help the infection and the Tylenol would cool her fever, and listened to the hum of the monitor that let me keep watch over her from the comfort of my own bed. I was overcome with gratitude for what science and medicine has done to let me take care of my baby.
Long story short... I feel God invading my life, and it feels wonderful. I'm still not entirely sure where I'm going or what my purpose is, but at least now I'm recognizing all I have and grateful for all the small miracles I'm surrounded by each day.
