There is a current rub in my life…that has all the signs of too little quiet time with Jesus.
(It doesn’t help that I lost my bible and planner and journal some where between College Station and California a couple weeks ago. And it feels insensitive to those precious items to just replace them with out a sufficient mourning time. But I am certain I can not live any sort of productive life with out them. And the sheer fact that my JOURNAL is lost somewhere and may possibly be found and even more possibly make it way to the internet for the WHOLE WORLD TO READ…might be the source of all anxiety I am about to write about. Just maybe.)
That “rub” manifests itself in anxiety and a general sense of not feeling comfortable in my skin. An uneasiness. Discontentness. Which is not even a word. Which makes me question my smartness. Which is a word.
In this place of anxiousness…I question everything. My thoughts. My decisions. My priorities. WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?!?! Which is bad enough in it’s own right. But because I apparently plan to drag my family down with me, I start to question my children’s lives. What are they made for? What will they do with their lives? I think this wondering started out in an innocent curiosity, as we identified physical traits of our boys that resembled Greg or I. Or habits or patterns that they picked up from our behavior. Wondering if they were going to be bald like Greg or hilarious like me. heehee. We both have a deep desire to know our kids individually. Know what drives them. What brings them joy. Their fears. Their challenges. Their little individual personalities that make them unlike any other.
And my current struggle is knowing where to encourage them to pursue what brings them joy as little boys, and encourage them in areas that we (as AMAZING PARENTS) know will benefit them as they mature into young men. If we let them just do what made them happy, Ben would spend 1,000 hours a week playing legos and Lyle would just eat cream cheese. They would not bathe or brush anything. They would not change clothes. Or probably even sleep. Clearly not the makings of a balanced, healthy, thriving childhood. So we make choices for them. Like providing healthy food. Cleaning the dirt off their bodies occasionally. Reading. Learning. Exploring the world around them.
And they complain about it. Oh how they complain.
I think I am trying to figure out what the non-negotiables are in our family? You don’t have to play football, but you have to eat your vegetables. You have to be kind and loving. Respectful. You have to try new things. And not quit at the first sign of difficulty. You have to set goals. And attain them. You have to encourage others. And when I say, “have to,” I mean PLEASE LORD HELP THEM.
As my mind was spinning this morning, I was reminded of the first question of the Westminster Catechism:
What is man’s chief end? Man’s chief end is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever.
So that is my prayer today. That they glorify God and enjoy Him forever. Knowing that the rest will fall into place. And praying the same for myself. Please Lord, that is my desire.
*Really I am writing all this because I signed Ben up for swim team knowing he wouldn’t like it because I think it is critical that my kids be strong swimmers living in southern California and swim team is the most effective, cost efficient way to ensure (insure?) that. And the first day he cried and we are going back today. HELP. How do I encourage him in this? He loves to swim and enjoys the social interaction of a group like this. He’s just lacking confidence in swimming the length of the pool. But I know he can do it. He has done it. Come on….you got this! And until he knows that…do I bribe him? Play tough mom? Beg him? Ignore his pleas?