Yes, sometimes I wish I was more…
more than a wife…
more than a mother…
more than a pastor’s wife…
Yes, sometimes, I wish I
worked outside the home…
didn’t have to go to work everyday…
had kids…
didn’t have kids…
lived somewhere else…
had a bigger house….
had a smaller house…
We, especially women, I think, may not say these things out loud, but the crush of culture and comparing ourselves to FB, our Instagram feed, or our ‘neighbor’ feed into the ‘sometimes I wish’ syndrome. I confess I’ve wished for a It’s A Wonderful Life moment like George Bailey, being able to see what a different life may have looked like. No, I don’t wish away my husband and beautiful children, but if I’m honest, selfishly, what difference have I made. Making a difference in this life, is that the goal?
I also confess I’m finding my way back from this desert summer, with more questions than answers. The roller coaster of family coming and going for a wedding, the anticipation of the wedding then everything being over with, played whack a mole with my emotions. Admittedly all the best has happened this summer in the marrying of one of my daughters and the birth of my first grandchild, which I will be holding soon. Read all about the wedding here. A grandma post coming soon.
In the coming days and weeks my goal is to make a different wish list.
I wish to
be more like Christ…
pray like Christ…
love God with heart, mind and soul…
love my neighbor…
follow Christ no matter what…
And Christ says I AM ENOUGH, you are mine.
What does your wish list look like?
I love this! I am working on these and being content, which I guess is the ‘wish’ list part? More alike than u alike.
I confess that I’ve had a terrible week and have wished I was somewhere different and somebody different. But when all is said and done, I wish to be more like Christ. Good reminder, Jody.