I don't know about you, but I grow weary and tired of how hard it is to fight for what you want in life. To battle all the things that threaten to take away your values and priorities and hope.
Everything the last few days has grated on my emotions. Feelings that felt raw and ready to explode for reasons I couldn't figure out.
I knew I was tired.
I knew I felt worn down.
I knew I felt like I wanted to give up, sit on my couch, eat ice cream and pop corn and drink wine and iced coffee. Snuggle under a blanket and just read a silly book or watch TV all day.
I was tired of battling the kids, myself, our neighborhood, our budget, my time, the book...well everything, and I craved relief.
I wanted relief from all the intentionality that we try to live in.
I wanted a break from all the rules and guidelines.
When talking with Paul this afternoon about why, "Why are we so easily frustrated and cranky, and so ready to give up?" We realized it was because we are always fighting.
We are fighting for our kids faith in God. We battle to find the time to invest in devotions, conversations, intentional time dedicated to exploring faith and what it means to believe in God in their world today.
We are fighting for our marriage. We work hard on finding time to be together, trying to use communication that builds us up instead of tearing us down. We evaluate all the time, what do you need to be OK? How can I support you? How can I love you during this hard time? We are working hard on putting the needs of our spouse before our own. To see the love of your life through the eyes of Christ. To keep the spark alive. To turn young love into something deep and rich and powerful that still contains magic and spark.
We are fighting for our safety. How can we live in a place of trusting God to be enough and not living in fear, while still being safe in the choices we make? Not making judgements on the kids walking around our neighborhood. Not assuming that every person sitting in their car is there waiting on trouble, or that every person who knocks on our door is wanting to break in when we leave. Our families safety is always, constantly present first and foremost in our mind. We are always prepped for battle when it comes to our safety.
We are fighting for our money. Money has a way of just disappearing and we are fighting to keep ours. We are always aware of what we are spending, and fighting to keep money in our pocket so that we can be free from debt.
We are fighting for our own dream and for the dreams of our spouse. Paul and I are both filled with ambition and determination and our greatest desire is to fulfill God's desire for our life. It's hard in the mundane, every day chores and hurdles to fight for something bigger. Something grand. Something special that lives in your heart. You have everyday choices that you have to weigh against the grand scheme of things. This is one of the hardest things to fight for everyday.
When we intentionally live out our lives, it means we have evaluated and prayed and come to a set of standards of how we live our life. How do we spend our time, our money, our resources? Do these things hold up to the priorities and values that we live by?
But that also means that we just don't live caressly anymore. Everything we do at that point means something.
Most often however, if you have taken the time to evaluate your life and have decided to live by certain standards, those standards will grate against the lifestyles around you. When that happens, what do you do?
We have a choice to give up on our standards and value of living, or we fight.
We try to have a family meeting every week so that we can take stock of our resources and time and money as we evaluate all the options that we face every week that want our time, our money and our energy.
And so we choose to fight.
But you can't fight every moment of every day. Some days, when the battle becomes too much and it tears down your spirit, you need to take a break. You need to sit and pray and release control back to the creator who loves you. You need to remember that God is still God and we are just one person in one moment in time.
And so we surrendered. Not to our ideals and priorities, but to the God in charge of those ideals and priorities. And in that surrender, it gives us strength to keep fighting.