Happy Friday Friends!
It’s March and I hope signs of spring are greeting you wherever you go. I love the bright new green that is already evident on a few trees, and the way the grass seems to be changing from dead brown to deepest jade practically overnight. The pink trees and plethora of daffodils are lovely as well. It’s a beautiful time of year, full of life and hope. And yet so many are hurting. The tragedies never cease, not at Christmastime, not in Spring, not ever. Do you ever just stop and thank God that this life isn’t all there is? That for those of us who know and love God a beautiful tapestry is being woven even if we are looking on the messy underside where chaos and meaninglessness seem to prevail. I am so very thankful for eternity spent without tears or heartache of any kind. I am so grateful that one day I’ll be able to see the tapestry from the other side.
My son, Sam, has hated the car his entire life. It has caused me quite a bit of stress because he would scream his head off as an infant whenever he was placed in the car, and I just was never the type that could tune it out and he was never the type that would just give in and stop crying. Now that we’ve chosen to live on a mountain he has continued to express his vehement displeasure about spending time in the car. He told me recently, “Since we live on a mountain, I want you to make it your goal that I never leave the mountain.” You see he’s really a beastly little child, but he’s also funny and beautiful and loves to cuddle, so he pretty much has me wrapped around his little finger.
But he is deadly serious about this. Last weekend we went to Nashville, and boy did I hear it. “Remember your goal?” he asked with disdain.
Then tonight we went to little Will’s first baseball game of the season. Nate’s game was at the same time twenty minutes away so Daddy Will and I did the dreaded “divide and conquer.” And Sam was infuriated to leave the mountain. “Do you remember your goal?” he asked. “Did you even try to find a way for me to stay home?”
I should probably spend a lot more time praying for his wife. Oh dear is she in for it!
But funny quirks aside, what is your goal in life? Mine is certainly not to make sure my eight-year-old gets his way and avoids the car at all costs. My ultimate goal is not about my husband or my sons at all — as wonderful as they are. My goal is to know God and to glorify Him forever, just as the Westminster Shorter Catechism states. This also happens to be the motto of my older two sons’ new school. But it really does boil it down, doesn’t it?
I don’t know if I should go back to work at some point? I don’t know if I should focus on writing? I don’t know where I should volunteer my time. I don’t know much, really. But I do know that there is nothing better than to know God and to glorify Him, so I desperately want to do this well. May I be faithful in spending time with Him and giving Him all the glory.
Romans 11:36 says it all: “For from him and through him and for him are all things. To him be the glory forever! Amen.”
Or as Andrew Peterson wrote in his doxology — based on this verse and a Maranatha staple: “For from Him, and through Him and to Him, is everything. To God be the glory forever and ever. To God be the glory forever, amen.”
Have a fabulous weekend!