Suburbia mom of three your minivan is ready.
So, I’ve written the fundraising blog, the why am i doing this blog, the fundraising is hard blog. And now, I can fully express more then just my support needs or introductions. ******DISCLAIMER!****
This is not by any means a diss on moms or minivans or the berbs, I love mothers, I think they are the unsung superheros of the world, I myself was raised by one who is pretty rad at the mom life. I am simply expressing my thoughts, and current mindset. That is all, continue reading, *****
Embarking on the world and taking over adventure and subduing wanderlust has been my dream since as long as I came to terms with the fact that I wanted nothing to do with a white picket fence life. In fact suberbia mom of three and a part time job selling mary kay en route to pee wee baseball league sounds like my own personal hell. Sorry, I know thats all some people want in life but the idea has always made me bite my lip in anxiety and crinkle the skin on my forehead PRAYING I would never have to do that. As I got older I noticed a sadness that settle in my belly when I was in certain situations. Sitting in the stands at high school football games with my friends all around cheering our other friends on the field I would sit there and wonder if there was more. Surely I could be doing more then this, are the people around me not wondering this too? It didnt seem like it. As I got older that feeling became more and more frequent. From girl parties watching chick flicks to working out with friends to going on dates and flirting with boys. I couldnt help wondering am I supposed to be content with this? As my friends fell in love , pined after other people. Went to college, even traveled. I yearned for something else. I yearned for radical. For different, for something that made people shake their heads in confusion. I wanted to know what it ment to truly love Jesus so much that in comparision, it seemed I hated all that was familar and good and sweet. Yes, I wanted to travel. But I wanted more of a method to my madness if I could live radically in Hendersonville I would. I wanted adventure alot. But I wanted purpose more. Yeah I know my purpose was to follow Jesus, to serve him , I knew that . But when I go to the grocery store I want people to see jesus in me. I don’t feel like I need to hike through the jungle to the such and such tribe, and be the first white person they ever saw and share the gospel and go through harrowing experiences to live radically. But, just writing that sentence sent chills from my toes to my hair follicles and well…I just daydreamed about africa for a solid ten mins in the middle of writing this sentence. Yes I probably idealize it, I agree I am naive at the hardness of life in a third world country, but just the phrase “unreached people group” makes me desperate to go. People without bibles!!!!! People without churches!!! No christians and no hope of them coming. And theyre dying! Dying, not rejecting it. But not even hearing it!!! Hopelessness is theyre normal. If God would use me to change that normal to a normal of praising Jesus . …Im overwhelmed at the thought. Whatever it takes. Whatever I can do. Let me do it radically. Let this be my story, let this be my song praising my savior all the day long. Even if Jesus wants me to be a suburben mom of three….then I will do it passionately, although I am thankful thats years away 😉
