When I was growing up, I never thought too much about getting married or having kids. But when I did get married, and my husband and I started talking about having kids, there was a basic assumption that I would stay home in order to really put our family first. We prioritized a lifestyle that allowed for us to cover the necessities with one income. We were ready for kids.
Until God got in the middle of things and made a mess of my plans.
Believe it or not, God had the "audacity" to help me fall madly in love with my little ones, and then make it abundantly clear that I was supposed to work. Full-time. Away from them. And through many tears about my messed up plans, I’ve come to realize a few things. I've learned that:
- My children aren’t the most important people in the world. Yes, God has called me to serve and disciple my children, but He doesn’t want them to be my only focus. He’s called me to serve and disciple other peoples' children, too, some of whom happen to be grown up now. It reminds me that God thinks that other peoples' kids are just as important as mine.
- God doesn’t love my dreams as much as He loves making me into who He’s asking me to be.
- The best gift that I can give my children is to be exactly who God calls me to be.
- God allows things for my children that I don’t always approve of, and as a result, I’ve found a great freedom. I’m free from having to hold on tightly to my kids and keep them protected and safe because God has pried that responsibility out of my hands and back into His, where it always have rested anyways.