Faith Intersects Life

Wish List

more than       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?  

2 thoughts on “Wish List

  1. I love this! I am working on these and being content, which I guess is the ‘wish’ list part? More alike than u alike.

  2. 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.

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