Did I sound like I was feeling sorry for myself in Tuesday’s post? I wasn’t and I’m not. I’ve worried ever since I hit “publish” that I would sound as if I were whining–a poor, pitiful me routine. Now, I’m not above whining and I can certainly put on a poor, pitiful me routine like nobody’s business (just ask my husband) but that wasn’t the case with Tuesday’s post. Not this time, anyway.
Rather, my today testimony (or Tuesday’s testimony as the case may be) is as much rejoicing as it is a confessional. I am glad to be learning what it is to die to self. I am thankful that my calling is not self fulfilling but Christ filling (see Eph. 3:19). I can delight in my insufficiencies, yea even my mediocrity, because in my weakness the Lord shows Himself strong.
See, all those things are good because they reveal to me the all surpassing worth of Jesus Christ. He is good and He is way better than anything I think I want/need/deserve out of this life.
So my today testimony is also this: I am grateful. I am blessed. I like my life. I like being 40 (yeah, really). I am thankful for the love of a good man, 18 years strong (and counting). I love the opportunity of being at home, doing laundry and refereeing kids.
It may be a small and ordinary life full of all thing mundane and mediocre, but it is good. Serving my God as a wife, mom, and Bible teacher (and occasional blogger) is a high and holy calling; I am humbled that He would grant me such a privilege. Thus far the Lord has brought me and it is my joy to follow Him today, tomorrow, day in and day out, until He calls me home to be with Him forever. What joy then!