I can't help but fall into the temptation of thinking we live a relatively plain life. Our goals are honestly to live each day to it's fullest and that's pretty much how each day transpires - full and -est and etc. (bedtime).
We've spent the last 10 years grasping perspective while the advance stages of parenting have all at once assumed position. God help us as we raise these babes while feeling constantly inexperienced. I don't know that we could attach anymore extraordinary circumstances to the ordinarily complicated ones we already have. I'm not just speaking about parenting but adding other ventures to making ends meat, surviving this world and doing it all for God's glory -- that is what I've come to observe is not enough of a challenge for some.
I spent my early adulthood signing up and volunteering for way more than I was able to undertake. It required a heap of burning failure and stalled ambition in order to realize that I could only give so much. Having three children has enacted a maternal self-awareness that has forced me to filter through these vast "opportunities" in order to maintain the strength and energy my children need from me on a daily basis.
So I am tempted to ask, "Is what I'm doing enough? Counted as worthy? Equivalently self-sacrificing?"
I'm a stay-at-home mom. I am a student. I am a spouse - a military spouse - and therefore a single parent at times. I am a survivor of once paralyzing anxiety and depression. I am a Christian in a world that despises absolute truth. I am ordinary and that's about all I can manage right now - by the grace the God.
