Hey there! You may have noticed my absence the past couple of months. Normally I would say, “Sorry bout that!” but, honestly, I’m not.
I took an extended break from blogging, mostly to really zero in and figure out my goals, my real goals.
Who am I? What kind of Mom am I? What kind of Mom do I want to be? What kind of wife am I? What am I doing to get there? Why am I doing it? How does this blog reflect that? Etc., etc., etc.
When I started this blog a couple of years ago, it was my goal to be “Far More Precious.”
An excellent wife who can find? She is far more precious than jewels.
I took an extended break from blogging, mostly to really zero in and figure out my goals, my real goals.
Who am I? What kind of Mom am I? What kind of Mom do I want to be? What kind of wife am I? What am I doing to get there? Why am I doing it? How does this blog reflect that? Etc., etc., etc.
When I started this blog a couple of years ago, it was my goal to be “Far More Precious.”
An excellent wife who can find? She is far more precious than jewels.
For a while, I thought that meant that I should be Super Mom. I didn’t necessarily feel pressure from everyone else to do it all. I felt pressure from myself because Super Mom is what I wanted to be. My entire life, I have filled my plate to the max, and then added more plates, and then juggled them all... and I loved it!
And so, I thought that adding kids was just that... adding a few more faces to the party. :) Of course, I knew it would be tough, but truly I thought that I could take care of my sweet babies, be a super fun and patient mom, always keep my house clean, cook dinner every day, be a super hot, awesome wife, and on and on.
And yall, I’m not going to lie, I pretty much pulled it off with one kid. And, even sort of did with two. But, add in a third and a new house and pretty quickly all my juggling plates came crashing down in a giant, painful mess.
Once I completely burned myself out, I spent a good while just feeling sorry for myself, overwhelmed, and kind of quit doing everything.
My house was a little bit disarrayed. For a good long while, I didn’t work out at all. Instead, I hid some candy that I would sneak off and eat when I just felt like I needed some relief. I spent portions of the day telling the kids to go play and not talk to me because I just needed time to myself. I lost my temper at the drop of a hat because I just couldn’t stand one. more. second of the incessant whining. I blamed other people for making me feel like this. And worse, to kind of hide my failures, I started telling my husband half-truths. I felt completely overwhelmed by all of the things that I wanted to be, and so I just quit doing all of it.
And, of course, that made life harder. And more overwhelming. And, I didn’t only hurt myself. I hurt my family. I hurt my husband, and bruised his trust in me.
After a while, I realized that somewhere along the way, I had made myself into my own idol. Somehow, I believed that if I could do all these things that I wanted to do, I would feel fulfilled. I would feel successful and happy and good about my life. Because, well, I’m awesome!
You know the funny thing? Bless my lil heart, I have had to come to this same conclusion over and over and over again in a slightly different way every time.
God is good. God is King. I’m his daughter. He chose me. He loves me. He ALONE fulfills me. And my life is good because of him. I am awesome, but not because of me.
No matter what I do or don’t do, my life is defined by Jesus. And that changes everything.
About 2 months ago, I came to this realization, and have been prayerfully setting goals and making plans all from the mindset that, first and foremost, Jesus is enough. I’ve been loving on my precious kids, open and honest with my love, and depending on the Spirit to give me wisdom and continually reminding me of the amazing gift I’ve been given.
So, on Friday, I will be sharing with y’all what that means for me and for Far More Precious. Some changes have already been made and new ones are coming. Good ones, I think!
How’s it going for you today, Mama? Let me know in the comments below. I love hearing from you guys.
See you Friday!
And so, I thought that adding kids was just that... adding a few more faces to the party. :) Of course, I knew it would be tough, but truly I thought that I could take care of my sweet babies, be a super fun and patient mom, always keep my house clean, cook dinner every day, be a super hot, awesome wife, and on and on.
And yall, I’m not going to lie, I pretty much pulled it off with one kid. And, even sort of did with two. But, add in a third and a new house and pretty quickly all my juggling plates came crashing down in a giant, painful mess.
Once I completely burned myself out, I spent a good while just feeling sorry for myself, overwhelmed, and kind of quit doing everything.
My house was a little bit disarrayed. For a good long while, I didn’t work out at all. Instead, I hid some candy that I would sneak off and eat when I just felt like I needed some relief. I spent portions of the day telling the kids to go play and not talk to me because I just needed time to myself. I lost my temper at the drop of a hat because I just couldn’t stand one. more. second of the incessant whining. I blamed other people for making me feel like this. And worse, to kind of hide my failures, I started telling my husband half-truths. I felt completely overwhelmed by all of the things that I wanted to be, and so I just quit doing all of it.
And, of course, that made life harder. And more overwhelming. And, I didn’t only hurt myself. I hurt my family. I hurt my husband, and bruised his trust in me.
After a while, I realized that somewhere along the way, I had made myself into my own idol. Somehow, I believed that if I could do all these things that I wanted to do, I would feel fulfilled. I would feel successful and happy and good about my life. Because, well, I’m awesome!
You know the funny thing? Bless my lil heart, I have had to come to this same conclusion over and over and over again in a slightly different way every time.
God is good. God is King. I’m his daughter. He chose me. He loves me. He ALONE fulfills me. And my life is good because of him. I am awesome, but not because of me.
No matter what I do or don’t do, my life is defined by Jesus. And that changes everything.
About 2 months ago, I came to this realization, and have been prayerfully setting goals and making plans all from the mindset that, first and foremost, Jesus is enough. I’ve been loving on my precious kids, open and honest with my love, and depending on the Spirit to give me wisdom and continually reminding me of the amazing gift I’ve been given.
So, on Friday, I will be sharing with y’all what that means for me and for Far More Precious. Some changes have already been made and new ones are coming. Good ones, I think!
How’s it going for you today, Mama? Let me know in the comments below. I love hearing from you guys.
See you Friday!
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