Friday, March 29, 2013
Sometimes I think about broken promises to myself, or actually I should call them broken expectations. Here I sit, 57 years old, and this is not the life I pictured for myself.
I had high expectations for myself. I was planning on a main dish of being supermom, with a side of looking like a super model, being a super hostess, and of course, having written top-selling books.
Okay, none of that happened.
I kid. I don't really think I even want to be those things anymore. (Well, I wouldn't mind writing a top-selling book in the future.)
The thing is, I've learned that my real goal in life is to be all that He wants
me to be. It turns out that God wants to use broken people. He does His best work when human "clay" allows Him to reshape it.
So, here I am, with broken expectations, but buying into a future and a hope that He has for me.
This post was written in response to the prompt "broken" at 5 Minute Friday writing challenge sponsored at Lisa-Jo Baker: tales from a Gypsy Mama. She challenges us to write for 5 minutes with no revising or second-guessing yourself. Give it a try!