Our house is on the market. Again. We live north of Atlanta in a lovely town but our only child, our daughter and her family, (read: grandkids) live in Nashville. More than anything, we want to move there and be close to our family. Our business allows us to live anywhere which is a great …
It stopped me in my tracks the first time I read it. My circumstances were not particularly pleasant at that moment in time and I felt like my life was anything but good but I flipped open my bible anyway. I felt passed over, ignored, left out by God and completely alone until I read these precious words King David wrote centuries ago:
O Lord, You are the portion of my inheritance and my cup;
You maintain my lot. The boundary lines have fallen to me in pleasant places;
Yes, I have a good inheritance. Psalm 16:5-8
As I thought about what God was saying here it grasped ahold of my heart and in all these years it’s never let go. For me, this is one of my top ‘life scriptures’ and I pray it regularly because I know it’s the absolute, take-it-to-the-bank truth….
I just turned sixty. I can’t even believe I said that out loud! I mean, come on, sixty??? How on earth did that happen??
Honestly, in the months preceding my birthday, I tried to avoid even thinking about it. But my husband, God love him, would occasionally remind me with a little glint in his eye that at fifty-nine I was actually in my sixtieth year. Cute. Not. He’s sixty-two so he can get away with it 🙂
I don’t know why it bothered me so much. Turning forty was a big milestone and I think the realization hit home that I was nothing resembling a young person anymore. Turning fifty wasn’t so bad. I just slid right into that decade and didn’t think too much about it but sixty. Whoa….
I picked up the phone and she was in tears. Not just tears but sobbing, choking, snot-running-down-your-face kind of tears making it nearly impossible for her to talk. I gave her some time to calm down enough to be coherant and here’s what she choked out:
“I just feel like I’ve lost my way.”
She went on to list all the areas in her life causing her stress, convinced she was an utter failure in mothering, life, marriage, everything. So she called me wanting know how to get her life back on track…
It’s got everything to do with mothering, with family, with living our lives as salt and light. Moms hold it all together. We are the center for love and nurture, for training and teaching, for feeding and caring. We’re in the trenches day after day and no matter what, our love is the glue.
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