The devotional that I have been reading each morning is called 100 days to brave. At the end of today’s devotion it says
Be Brave: Finish this sentence: I am significant because _______________________________,
and here are the three ways that impact my life _______________________________________.
Well how in the world do I answer that question?? I can’t even begin to start my direction to fill in those blanks.
It’s not that I don’t feel significant, because I surely do. I know that I am here for a reason, that I have purpose. I know that what I do is important and who I do it with and for are even more important. But, why am I significant? That is such a big word.
Upon googling here is what significant means: “sufficiently great or important to be worthy of attention; noteworthy.” Thank you google dictionary.
I am answering based on what has been on my heart for the last 5 or 6 weeks. I am filling in those blanks to line up with most of the things I have been praying for in 2018. The words that I want to use, and after all I am the one that gets to choose right?
I am significant because I work to do what is best for my children.
Three ways this impacts my life: I get emotional when something goes “wrong” for them or with them. When I get notes from a teacher about their behavior, when they argue with me and act like they hate me.
I blame myself when their behavior isn’t what it should be. Did I do something wrong? Could I have done more of this or less of that? I am constantly thinking about how what I am doing could be effecting them and if I made the right choices or not.
I stay home when I could go out. More often than not, I choose being with my kids above all else. Want to come over for pizza and wine? Nope, all 6 kids are home. Want to go out for a girls night? No, I am just going to spend time with the kids.
Eventually I won’t have the time that I do with my children. I try (key word is try) to think about that during all facets of my life and theirs. One day they won’t be here for the snuggles and the cuddles, one day they won’t need me to help with their math and to dry their tears, one day they won’t be yelling at my about nonsense or stomping off because I am the “meanest mom ever”.
I am significant because I work to do what is best for my children. I sure hope that will be the legacy that I leave in this life.