Look out any window
See what’s going on in the air around you.
Those lyrics seem so on point for the climate of the world. I often worry about this world that my children are inheriting. The first time I felt that gut wrench was on September 11, 2001 with a 6 week old baby…my first child. Yet, it’s not just the tragedies that worry me. It’s the daily little losses of values that are the biggest fear of mine. You almost don’t notice them, until culture has already shifted. Things that were the epitome of crass are now common. Accepted. Cheered.
Often there are so many things that pull me and distract me. I need those reminders that what I am doing in these child-raising years are of utmost value. I will need to put some of my own desires on hold, while I tend to the calling of motherhood. It’s hard to wait, but not hard to choose. I say this to only myself because I know the personal battle in my own heart. I have many conversations with God about what He would have me do with my time, and He leads me to this…to them.
There will be a time of letting go; this I know. Right now, it is just one finger at a time and with a slight death grip on the remaining fingers.