I find myself in a quiet house again. The boy is off at college. The girl begins her sophomore year of high school.
Looking back, I knew this time was coming...again. I just seem to never be ready.
When I was a little girl, all I EVER wanted was to be a mother. I had no desires to work outside of the home.
I would sit on that big yellow school bus watching mothers walk their children out to the bus stop in their house coats and huge mugs of coffee. I wanted that. Desperately.
Senior year, my high school counselor asked me what I wanted to "do" after high school. I looked down with cheeks blushing and found these words falling out of my mouth, "Umm, well.....I want to get married and have children."
He told me he had never had anyone tell him this and then thanked me for being honest.
Those dreams never died.
God fulfilled them in His time, and I will be grateful until I breathe my last breath.
So, when I find myself in a quiet home....
I am unsure of how I am to feel.
He brought me here. I knew this was coming. I know He has plans for me after my children leave the nest...
But, I also feel unequipped for anything else. I feel utterly inadequate at attempting life outside of this house.
Vulnerable and honest and raw....and true.
If I let it, sadness will come in waves. I steady myself and swallow hard.
Every season has purpose.
I dig my heels in and repeat what I know is Truth.
He has a plan. He has a plan. He has a plan.
The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps. Proverbs 16:9
Motherhood fits me. Like a well worn pair of shoes. I am comfortable here.
I know I will always be a mother, long after my kids begin new lives with new people.
But, it is the mundane. The chaos. The crazy. The carpools. The long waits for practice to be over. The constant tripping over big teenage shoes scattered all over the floor.
This is all I know. And have ever known for a very long time.
My prayer daily is. "Lord, use me. Use any gift you have given me to serve others. I need to be used up."
He shapes our hearts. He chisels and He smoothes.
He wants us dependent on Him and Him alone.
I find myself immersed in the book of Daniel. I think of him often throughout my days.
He prayed. He prayed. And he prayed.
Lord, is this what you want from me?
I have time to do this. I can do this.
Perhaps these quiet seasons that come are for this very purpose. To pause. To pray.
We can be busy and still pray...
But, something happens in the spirit when our world is quiet. When the rhythm of life slows down for a bit and you can actually hear yourself think for once.
You hear things you could not hear before. You notice things you never noticed before.
So, I will be content here. I will steady my heart and I will trust in a plan much bigger than mine.
He is Good. He is Faithful. He is Sovereign. This, I know.
What season do you find yourself in at the moment?
What if we trust God here. What if we surrender it all to Him. The busy, the quiet, the lonely, the chaos...
Lay it at His feet and ask Him to lead the way. Ask Him to give us Grace and Patience and Mercy as we navigate this unfamiliar path.
"Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path. " Psalm 119:105
still tripping over tennis shoes,