Kathleen is lamenting her small, ordinary life. It's a sentiment I too often echo.
Is my life what I dreamed it would be?
Am I where I
The map I had for my life is lost. Visions of a big and extraordinary life that once filled my head now vanished, vapors long ascended into the skies.
I have a fantastic life. Absolutely, I do. And yet I sometimes find it difficult to accept this small, ordinary life that is mine. Small and significant battle each other, polar opposites in my mind.
Why hasn't my blog "taken off"?
Will I ever have a ministry that counts for something?
Conventional wisdom may proclaim my heart insecure, my self-confidence wounded by a direct hit from the enemy. No...pride, self-importance, and the desire for control are the true culprits.
I repent for the sense of entitlement that pervades my soul. Confess my tendency to think of myself too highly. Pray for a circumcised heart.
Graciously, my Father reminds me that His map alone is trustworthy. His visions greater, those of the only One omniscient. His Name the only one to be glorified. He doesn't count pouring my life into my husband, my daughter, or a group of young women as small or insignificant. He sees the beauty in the minutia, which is anything but in His eyes. He knows the value of a life surrendered to Him.
Although I am small and ordinary, He is big and extraordinary.
And once again, I am completely undone.