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My Family. My Calling

In an attempt to prioritize and put boundaries on my time and activities, I made this really cool graph working inside out in order to remind me to work my way back to the center of the circle when I'm "overextending."  I know that when I have definition- like the lines to color in- that I feel in order.  Make sense???

Just make sure that the lines do not become traps or excuses to compartmentalize life.  God is not something to be regulated to activities and time but SOMEONE that I walk with all day long.

My family isn't budgeting, cleaning, and cooking.  It is WHO I am. The experiences, security, strength and my way of life!!! They are with me ALL the time.  The calling of my life is my family.  God called me to be my husband's wife and my boys' mother.  Being my boys' mom IS my calling.  It has been THE CRY of my HEART for over 19 years when I pray daily, hourly and minute by minute for God to help me overcome my weaknesses.  To live victoriously with my propensity to depression and anxiety and impulsiveness.  For God to heal my mind and to piece together those fragments and make me whole. 

I prayed daily for God to help me live consistently so my kids would have security.  I pray for wisdom for God to show me how to fulfill this calling He gave me.  He gave me books, mentors, jobs and classes to help me learn.  He spoke through His Word to me to equip me.  

I'll never forget reading about Ananias and Sapphira that forced me to be aware of my desire to please others.  Or reading "let your yes be yes and your no be no."  These are still the Cries of my Heart.  

I'll never forget reading, "I am laid low in the dust; preserve my life according to your word."  At this time I was exhausted and reading to two little boys who would NOT go to sleep and after reading books I began to read Psalms on the floor of their room.  From that point on I clung to the Word as my strength.

What God has called you to-He will equip you for.  God will equip, give you wisdom, correction, direction, support and strength when you do not have it.  

Rise up Moms & Dads, Grandmas and Grandpas, Aunts and Uncles, Brothers and Sisters and recognize your calling to your family is the most critical ministry you will ever have.  Not time wasted but the training ground for God's next steps for your life. 





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  1. UnknownNovember 7, 2010 at 6:46 AM

    To know my weakness is a blessing from God. To recognize them and to offer them up to him keeps me from being conceited and thinking that I can do it all myself. I love the verse in 2 Corinthians where Paul is talking about the thorn in his flesh and he says "Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he siad to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness'. Therefor I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong."

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