Women often defer their hopes and dreams to the needs of others. When we are raising our children it is hard to imagine that life will ever be any different. Our role seems to be that of facilitator for the lives of those we love. We make the hopes and dreams of others come true but often neglect our own.
Like many of you, I spent years and years up to my eyeballs in diapers and wet wipes, basketball practice and carpools, vacations with Mickey and Minnie. In that season of my life I knew I was where God wanted me to be. My husband was my destiny, these children my calling. Raising them to be Godly, productive, caring adults was my ministry. But what happens when your ministry ends, when your calling grows up? I found myself on some days barely hovering above despair. Surely, God, there has to be something more. You have to have something just for me. Like King Saul, I discovered there was a portion reserved just for me.
I had always enjoyed writing so I started a blog and made plans to publish a story that I wrote 10 years ago in a creative writing class. My dear friend Linda began this adventure with me, beautifully illustrating, Mismatched Moira.
We are thrilled with the results!
The second half of my life promises to be the best half of my life. I know for certain that women can have it all, but at 54 I have learned that we can not have it all at once. If you are where I once was take heart. Seasons don't last forever. That is the beauty of life. The seasons change, each one beautiful in its' time.God does have something for you that is yours alone. It is reserved just for you and it has no expiration date. If you look out of the window of your life and see that your season is changing, know that age or gender does not disqualify you from the blessings of God. Like Moses or Abraham, God will speak into your darkness and give you new purpose.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick,but when the desire is fulfilled it is a tree of life.
Proverbs 13:12 AMP
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