You only get so many dawns.  It might feel like your season will never end, but it will end. The season will change. The little boot-prints will grow long and wide.  The moon won’t always hang like an invitation to pause in wonder.

We spend the day preparing school Christmas crafts for the oldest two.

I’m wrestling with the white roll of paper that has me grumbling under my breath when sweet Bekah’s words cut to my heart.

“Not too many Christmas parties left, Mom.  You know?” she says.

I know.

I know, but I suppose I’d forgotten.

I’d forgotten what happens when the bus carts the tweens off to middle school and the holiday parties of primary school draw to a close.

Pausing to admire sweet Bekah, I wonder how it all went so very fast.

I thought it would never end when she wailed all night and I swaddled her a dozen times a night.

I thought it would never end when we went to the family parties and picnics, and everyone else sat with their heaping plates of green bean casserole and cheesy potatoes while I hungrily slipped away to some quiet bedroom to rock her to sleep.

 

You Live Life to the Fullest When You Refuse to Feel Sorry for Yourself

I hate to admit it, but there were times when I felt sorry for myself.

I felt sorry for what I was missing out on.

But from the behind the tinted lens of retrospect, it looks different now. I realize I wasn’t missing out after all. Instead of missing out, I was right in the middle of the very best thing.

You might be feeling sorry for yourself today. You feel poured out by your daily rhythms. But remember this: This hard assignment is God’s holy calling for you.

It might feel like a heavy weight placed on your lap by circumstances.

But let’s pause right here.

If we really believe God is in control of all the things, then it wasn’t circumstances placing the hard thing on your lap.  It was God.  The Creator of the stars and the moon reached down with his loving hand and placed this assignment in front of you.  And who are you to grumble or tell him it’s not your choice?

You don’t always get to choose the holy calling. Here’s what you do get to choose: You get to choose joy or grumbling. Gratitude or discontent. Love or hurry.  Peace or strife.

 

You Get to Choose to Live Life to the Fullest

You get to choose between wishing it away and cherishing the good.

Your calling today might be hard.

But in ten years, you might look back and wonder where the years went.

You might look back at the little baby who keeps you up all night. Or the job you can’t stand.  Or the relative who relies on your care.  You might wish you’d slowed your pace.

You might wish you’d paused to laugh while you prepared for the fifth-grader’s last Christmas party – because at the time you never thought it would be the last.  But it was.  And you can’t go back.

You might wish you’d lingered longer over coffee, listened longer when the phone rang at exactly the wrong time, or stood longer by the window while the sun set low.

How do we live to the fullest when the calling is hard and humble?

I think it’s probably less complicated than we often make it:  We take this one life with its many mundane moments, and we love well when loving is hard.  We dive into our holy callings – especially the ones that feel humble and hard – and we live with our whole hearts.

We’re willing to strip sheets, rock babies, flip burgers, or file papers like it’s the last day of our lives – like it’s the most important task in the world.  Like we’re cherishing the good in the moments.  Like this might be the last night with the little one or the last day before everything gets harder than we ever imagined.  We watch for God and listen for his whispers in the work.

We live slow.

We count blessings.

Meanwhile, we remember this: You never know just how many more winter dawns await. Live this one like it’s your last.

 

Your Invitation to Step Back and Seek God About Your Life:

Sometimes we all need to be shaken up.  We need someone to remind us that the good gifts in our lives might not always be here. We should periodically remind ourselves that our lives could be turned upside down at any moment. The gifts we take for granted every day could slip through our fingers. We don’t do this to conjure up fear; instead, we keep life in perspective to remind ourselves to be grateful.

When I catch myself grumbling, I stop and think of my friends who have suffered deep losses.  I think of a friend who lost her precious child. I consider those whose husbands have passed away.  I think of every woman in my life who has endured a battle with cancer. I remind myself not to be the kind of person who doesn’t realize what she has until it’s taken away.

Take a few minutes to sit with the Lord today. Ask him to show you your greatest areas of stress in this season of life. What’s bothering you, bugging you, or stressing you out most?

Now, ask him to show you the gifts woven throughout those situations.  Ask him to open your eyes to the gifts surrounding you in every area of your life: people who love you, a comfortable home, good health, and whatever blesses you.  Consider life without these blessings. Think of how you’d cherish your moments if the doctor called with a dire prognosis. And then go live your life with this sort of gratitude.