I know I’m not the only woman who struggles with living the life right in front of me. Often I live looking forward to the day when things will be “normal” again – whatever that means. I think, “if I can just get through these next few weeks, then things will get better.” And yet, I’m missing out on the life that I have right now.
Life is messy. It feels like I can never keep up. And I so desperately want to live my life well.
These are just a few of the reasons why the title of this book caught my attention. I had to know if this Alexandra Kuykendall had found the answers to the question I’ve been asking myself. How can I live my life well?
If you’re like me, you had your life all planned out since childhood. You knew what you were going to do, when you were going to do it, and where you would be when you reached the age you are now. And, if you’re like me, you’ve discovered that life doesn’t work like that.
Welcome to the journey to Becoming what God wants you to be.
Jenny Simmons has been there too. Her book The Road to Becoming is full of rich examples of how God worked through her life, despite her plans. Do you need a dose of encouragement today? Are you feeling broken?
This book is for you!
Stop trying to be perfect.
Stop it right now!
I’ve lived my life trying to be perfect – always doing the right thing, anticipating what others want me to be and do before they can ask. Let me tell you, it is exhausting and very wrong. God doesn’t expect us to be perfect. He loves us as we are – even the messy parts.
We believe those things in principle, but practice is harder. After all, how can God not expect the best from us? How can He not want us to do everything in our power to be the very best person and Christian we can be?
I was nine years old when I drove the snowmobile into a tree. The accident was a tragic combination of childish exuberance, inexperience, and youthful invincibility. The worst part – I wasn’t wearing a helmet.
When the machine stopped so quickly, my unprotected face slammed into steering column. I won’t get into the details of my injuries, but it took almost two hundred stitches to repair the impact lacerations on my left cheek. It still amazes me that I didn’t lose my eye, sever a nerve, or break any bones.
But the real trauma occurred when I returned to school.
I believe that all children have value no matter the circumstances of their conception, the challenges of their parentage, or the presence of corruption within their genetic code. Babies are a blessing. They are our hope for the future.
But what kind of future will we have if we keep misusing our children?
It seems everywhere I turn, there are stories of child abuse, neglect, and human trafficking. Prominent on my social media feed has been the story of South Korea’s Pastor Lee and his Drop Box for abandoned babies.
As a woman who has suffered through infertility, few things break my heart faster than the idea of baby abandonment.
My son’s tears course down his cheeks and it’s my fault. My heart hurts. I gave into frustration and lost my temper. My raised voice wounded this precious child.
Before giving birth, I had this whole parenting thing figured out. I taught preschool for years. I knew how to motivate children to do right.
Or so I thought.