I'm just going to be honest with you here, this will be a different kind of blog post for me. Maybe a bit cryptic but stay with me, m'kay.
I feel like someone slapped me on the side of the head recently and said, "wake up, Becky!". Have you ever had one of those moments? It's both alarming and comforting. Comforting to know that He is looking down on me. Alarming to know that my life is THAT important and worthy of His direct concern.
I've been thinking a lot about priorities. Who or what do we put first in our lives? Our kids, our spouses, material possessions, our selves, our friends, God? And what order should those go in?
I tend to get so focused on what others think of me that I forget about the ones that really matter. Pushing them aside when I should be holding them close. I'm a giver and a people pleaser. Somewhere along the line, I lost sight of who I should be pleasing and giving to. And that's ok. I'm still learning about this life and who I am. Growing.
I ran across this quote today and it couldn't be more fitting....
"Just when all seems to be going right, challenges often come in multiple doses applied simultaneously. When those trials are not consequences of your disobedience, they are evidence that the Lord feels you are prepared to grow more. He therefore gives you experiences that stimulate growth, understanding, and compassion which polish you for your everlasting benefit. To get you from where you are to where He wants you to be requires a lot of stretching, and that generally entails discomfort and pain."
Gosh, so comforting.
The baby pig is irrelevant to this post but how could I not post his sweet little face. And let's be honest, you probably needed a break from my rambling :)
I can't say that I've been gliding through this growing lesson gracefully. In fact, anything but. I've stumbled, cried, doubted. I'm a messy grower.
Somewhere through all this growing, I've had moments of peace too. I know who I want in my life and where they should be on my list of priorities. And that my friends, is a beautiful moment. To know that all that pain and messiness was for a greater purpose.
And thank you, God, for the slap on the head. Seriously.