"I thought I was wrong, but I was mistaken," is a funny little saying around our house. Of course, we know we make mistakes, but sometimes it goes across the grain to admit them!
Usually when we say that, it is about something that doesn't amount to a hill of beans. However, I'm thankful that both my hubby and I are willing to admit we've been wrong when it really matters.
And sometimes, the realization you were wrong is a gradual thing.
Take me, for instance. I was wrong in my thoughts of how my life would be. I pictured a storybook life for myself. (Maybe because I've always been a read-aholic and the books I read influenced my thoughts.)
I was going to meet my prince, get married, have kids, and build a new home that would be furnished perfectly. I would be a stay-at-home mom who would wear denim jumpers (and keep the same figure I had when I got married) and volunteer at the school and church and be the hostest with the mostest. My kids' friends would love coming to our house and there would be teens at our place all the time. Needless to say, since I poured so much of myself into my kids, they would grow up to be perfect in every way. People would call me supermom.
Yeah. You guessed it. None of that happened. (Well, except I did marry my prince and have kids -after infertility struggles. What else ... oh, yeah, I did volunteer at the church.)
You know what? I finally figured it out. If my life had gone according to plan, I would have been miserable. I don't look good in denim jumpers. I'm not really comfortable around kids other than my own. I always believe they're thinking, "Man, she is so lame, how can I get away from her?"
It took me a lifetime to realize my giftings are not those things at all. And if I had turned out the way I wanted, I wouldn't be a very interesting person. Perfect plastic people never are.
Instead, I'd be glad to share with you my journey and how God brought me through it all and is making me into His likeness. I'd discuss how much further I have to go but how much more exciting it is to see the progress I'm making. I'd tell you about the things I'm doing that I never thought I would do and the dreams He has given me. Not dreams of perfection, but dreams of purpose.
I was wrong about wanting to be a supermom. I want to live a super life!
This post was written in response to Writer's Workshop prompt 1.) Something you were wrong about. To read other responses, visit Kathy's blog, Mama's Losin' It.