I’ve concluded that there is no use crying over the spilled milk of a summer that just won’t stop. At this point it is best to just roll with it.
I had a mini-pity party on Saturday when it dawned on me that school’s start was just a mere 3 weeks away. Yep. 3 Mondays from today, that school bell will ring. 3. Mondays.
I mean, that’s what you do. You want something, you work hard for it. You persevere through the hard stages.
But… I guess I thought some of the other stuff would come, too . There wasn’t a beach trip. There were no fun GNOs. There were no outings. No parties. No tacking on the words “with friends” on our Facebook statuses. Nothing grand. The only date with my husband was a quick burger from Five Guys one afternoon because it was all we could muster. There weren’t all these special little things, and bucket list check-offs. There were lots of times of having to say no to things that we wished we could say yes to. But we couldn’t. We are working hard. Like dogs. In this season, there is very little to show for it. We are discouraged, but not beaten.
It’s just been a busy, hard season for us. I just need to throw that honesty out there . Maybe it will encourage you, too. Somehow.
I like to keep this space positive and always searching for the blessings. Believe me, I’m still finding them. They just aren’t material.
I’m thinking twice before posting something that may accidentally hurt someone else. I’m all for counting the goodness of life. I’m all for sharing it. But, I’m thinking twice about how I share it and say it. And I’m learning that if we measure our “blessing” in terms of what we have, we may actually be the poorest of people. Does what I share glorify God, or myself? Am I seeking my significance in the having? Do I need validation? Do I need others to tell me I am the most, the greatest whatever? And when someone does compliment us, how do we handle it? Do we receive it with grace and thanksgiving? Or do we pretty much agree that we are awesome? I have always tried to temper and measure these things in my sharing, but sometimes where I get twisted is in my viewing of what the world calls necessary for happiness.
I’m learning a lot about excess and about being careful not teach my children to count wants as needs. I want them to find joy in the simple goodness of life, not to expect entertainment and bounty. I can only teach this as I go through the detox of expectations myself. I like to think I don’t have them. But I do! It’s easy to fall prey to the mindset that if I am not creating fun, fun, fun or doing, doing, doing that we are somehow less and our kids are being short changed. And we are being short changed. If the supply isn’t endless, we are being short changed. Let that sink in for a minute.
So while this little season has been somewhat painful, I am thankful to be learning something of deep value. I think in one way it is preparing me to enter in once again to how the rest of the world lives as I go back to Thailand. Maybe it is a refresher in that old familiar culture shock boot camp that is sure to come. Both in the going and the returning. I’m thankful to have experienced both sides.
Philippians 4:12 comes to mind: I know what it is to be in need, and I now what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.
I want this to be true of me.
Linking with my sweet buddy, Tamar.