“I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.”
~ J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
There are days when I feel the anywhere but here welling up inside me, when I want to step over the piles of toys and unfiled papers and unfolded laundry to breathe the fresh air of before motherhood. It’s so hard to stay grounded when your soul longs to soar.
My children are the best thing I’ve ever done, and I love them more than I can possibly say, more than I realized until recently — yet I fight to be the mom I want to be. I try to stretch and contort myself into the shape of someone else, someone I think I should be, someone more worthy of these precious children and less like me.
God’s word tells me I can soar right here, right in the midst of this mess and chaos and busyness. He says I can have abundant life, one that stretches beyond today into the unseen graces He has planned for tomorrow. Oh how I want His best! When I submit to His perfect plan, He will stretch me into the perfect shape for me.
Lord, stretch me in Your direction. Pull me into the shape you’ve designed for me. Help me soar right where I am today.
How is God stretching you today, friends?
Linking up with Lisa-Jo at Tales from a Gypsy Mama