I hate to say it, but it’s true….when you come off a mountain top weekend you can expect to find yourself in a valley come Monday.
All weekend I listened to women I admire speak and share from their hearts and ignite passion in their listeners. I had complete and uninterrupted thoughts for 8 whole hours on a Saturday. Then I went to dinner with my beloved. I felt like a woman who had dreams and goals and aspirations (and a brain that could think deep thoughts) again.
And Monday dawned and real life resumed and trying to fit in the passion and purpose and calling is hard when your day is spent in obedience to God but not where your gifts are.
I do not disdain this place where I’m at. This motherhood is an incredible gift and this home schooling is where God is shaping me most. And I can only trust that by the time the last one graduates I will have learned what I need to learn, and I can hope that I learn it before then. And as ugly and messy and imperfect as our days may be, I know that I know that I know this is where we are supposed to be.
But as I work out what God is teaching me between making meals and answering math questions and trouble shooting computer problems and drying tears over broken doll glasses, I pray. I pray that He would take the gifts that He made me with and use them. Somehow, in the midst of this mundane, use them. For His Kingdom, for His glory.
And I want to pray that I will find fulfillment in this task He’s given me. That home schooling would satisfy me and make me feel my purpose. But maybe my fulfillment isn’t the point. Perhaps the point is a constant emptying of myself and being filled by Him. Perhaps that’s the lesson in this valley. Yes, He gave gifts that are to be used to point others back to Him. But maybe the greatest gift is pouring these gifts I can see back out to Him at this time, day after day after day, and doing something hard and uncomfortable and inconvenient and absolutely draining. And resting in Him to fill me with His grace.
For His Glory ~