cultivating contentment

Finding Contentment In The Center Of His Will

Finding Contentment In The Center Of His Will

The other day my boss asked me how I liked my job. It was an interesting question because he knows that this is nowhere near where I expected to be at this point in my life.

In high school, my dream was to move out of my small, Indiana hometown to the big city. Any big city, it didn’t matter. New York, Chicago, I even would’ve been ok with Indianapolis. But then when the time came to go to college, I strangely enough decided to stay. I had just gotten plugged into a good church and was surrounded by a lot of caring people. I just wasn’t ready to give that up yet. Plus it was only going to be 4 more years, and then I’d be out of here….

The Power Within Weakness

The Power Within Weakness

So many mornings, I feel defeated by 8:00.  No, make that 8:07.  The time distinction matters greatly, because school starts at 8:00.  If I had gotten my children to school by 8:00, instead of 8:07, perhaps I might not have felt like such a mom failure.  But probably not, because already by 8:07, I have rushed through my morning, yelled obnoxiously in the direction of my children, realized one son didn’t brush his teeth and another didn’t finish his homework, and drove my disheveled crew to school in a minivan – the backseat of which looks like it provides a home for a family of wild animals who store half-eaten suckers in cupholders, sleep on beds of crumbled-up candy wrappers and dirty Kleenexes, and gnaw on caps of markers that have long since dried up.

The discouraging defeat is not just from being late and feeling like a hot mess, though.  My sense of defeat stems from how I expected the morning to go.