I am linking up with my new friend Kelly over at Mrs. Disciple. Each week she hosts a FRIDAY 5 link up, and each week I think, “Hmmmm. I should do that.” Then I don’t.
Not a huge shocker.
But today, thanks to my desire to stay in my comfy bed, I may just get it done.
Keep watching Little House on the Prairie, kiddo, homeschool will start a little late today.
1.) 45 JUST AIN’T WHAT IT USED TO BE. Really, I think my mom was so old at that age. Today there are better lotions and more health options. I think it is easier to stay younger longer than it once was.
Recently, my very tall teenage daughter, who can now look me eye to eye, said (with a horrified look on her face), “MOOOOOOMMMMM. There are two white hairs right there on your head!”
Calmly I replied, “You know I am going to be 45 in a few weeks. Two grey hairs is really not bad.”
“Tell yourself whatever you need to,” she said flatly.
This is what I am telling myself: “A couple of grey hairs at 45 isn’t bad at all. I have earned them!” Sure, I would love to have cutely colored hair all the time, but apparently not as much as I want to keep my girls in the private school where they are thriving. Which leads me to number two:
2.) LIFE IS A SERIES OF CHOICES. Some good. Some Bad.
Somewhere along the line I learned the concept of OPPORTUNITY COST. This is simply acknowledging that every decision eliminates the possibility of every other decision in that time, space, situation. There is a price and a prize for every choice. (I am pretty sure that’s a Dr. Phil-ism.)
I get to choose what seeds I want to sow.
Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; whatever a man sows this he shall also reap. Galatians 6:7
Sowing seeds is a Christian term for making choices.
I love that it says not to be deceived. Deception is a tricky thing, because unlike an outright lie, deceptions carry a bit of the truth in them. I can tell just enough truth to make me feel better, blame someone else, get off the hook for finding a solution. But if the Bible is correct, which I have based my life on, the harvest I reap will be the harvest I have actually sown and not the one I wanted to pretend it was.
3.) YOU DON’T HAVE TO LIKE ME. It’s okay. I get it. I am my own brand of cocktail that is not to everyone’s liking.
I like to laugh. I like to learn. I often think people are idiots.
That is because people are often idiots.
What does matter to me is that those I am shouldering life with know that I love them. I also pray I am better at loving them than I was in the past.
I want to get better at living the life I have.
That means sometimes facing the inevitable situations that will. not. work. out. “I suspect we are not going to be able to bridge this gap. How can we navigate our way out of this, so we can say goodbye peacefully?” is a perfectly acceptable conversation. Feel free to write that down and use it in the future.
4.) I DON’T HAVE TO KNOW EVERYTHING/BE GOOD AT EVERYTHING. I wish I would have known this as a teenager. I thought not being an expert at everything meant I was a failure at everything.
That way of thinking is so hard.
Letting go of wrong paradigms leaves me room to celebrate the wonder of others. I WANT to be around people who are better than me at many things. I want to learn from them and ask questions. I want to celebrate their victories, rather than waiting for an audience for mine.
In this season of life I am very comfortable with my own intellect. No one can make me feel stupid, even if they try. (Which they often do. I like politics, and today’s culture often tries to make a point by belittling others. Sad.) I know what I know, and I am not afraid to ask questions and find new answers when I don’t.
5.) Tough love is sometimes the best love. This one goes down like vinegar to some. We live in a day where much of the Christian church is rallying for grace everywhere.
Grace is everything.
And I cannot overemphasize my need for it.
But I also believe the book of Romans when it says: The wages of sin is death.
For some battling addictions and anger that can be an actual, physical death. In my life it can look like a death of relationships and dreams. It can manifest as a deadening of my walk with God or my love for His word. When I refuse to acknowledge and repent for my own sin, I am squeezing the life out of my world.
I am so glad I have friends who will say, “Hey…how you are handling this does not line up with Scripture…” or “You are called to behave this way…”
That is tough. That is love. That makes my life better.
As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another. Proverbs 27:17
Not every situation calls for confrontation. Sometimes we pray. Sometimes we sit and listen.
But sometimes what others call grace looks like celebrating sin to me. Sigh.
In these 45 years, one thing I have learned for sure is that life is messy…and that I am increasingly okay with that.