Who was I?: Part 2

Words from the heart are so much harder to write down.  It’s easy for me to share a recipe, tell you about something fun we’ve done in our homeschool or link to one of the wonderful projects in blogland.

But to open my heart and let the words slip out? Not so easy.

On to part 2…

Selfish.

How could that word fit me?  I help out a lot at our church, I homeschool our two children, I work hard at making a great home for my family…

Notice a theme?

Yeah, me too.

It’s the BIG I.

It’s all about me and my little family and my little world and my little dreams and my little comfortable world…{sigh}

Had enough?

Sound a little like you?

I was trying to live for my Savior and was actually living for myself.

Why would I say that? Let’s ask Him…

“If ye love me, keep my commandments.” John 14:15

“A religion that is pure and stainless according to God the Father is this: to take care of orphans and widows who are suffering, and to keep oneself unstained by the world.” James 1:27

It’s about more than having a nice life

 

Who was I? Part 1

 

Have you ever experienced such a profound change in your life that you don’t recognize who you used to be?

Well it’s happened to me.

That’s why it’s taken so long to tell you.  These thoughts have been swirling around in my head and its been hard to grasp their wispy bodies and pen them down.

In some ways I feel like Kristin of We Are That Family after she went to Kenya and the veil of “that’s not my problem” was ripped from her eyes.

It all started with reaching the top of the hill, in the climb to success, and surveying all that I had.

I have a wonderful Christian husband, two precious children, loving family living near by, a wonderful church family, large home and so many things that should I live for 100 years I could not use them all.

And yet, the question kept rising in my heart….

I am living in my dream. So why do I keep asking myself, is this all there is?

Slowly the veil was being removed: one question at a time-one answer at a time.

The Lifter Of Our Heads was showing me my selfishness.

And it was painful.

(to be continued….)