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?
Adult coloring books are all the craze. It seems like everyone is dusting off their creativity and applying vivid colors to paper. What could be better?
How about a pages that help you meditate on the Word of God while fulfilling that artistic urge.
I used to believe that I was the only woman who struggled with my identity as a wife and mother. Since my marriage, I’ve wanted to embrace the new role I’d been given – homemaker. But part of me has always wanted more.
When I read the description of this book, I knew I had to read and review it.
Emily was telling my story.
Do you ever feel like you are worthless? Like the whole world is against you? Like you have no real hope for the future?
David Ring had every reason to feel that way. He was pronounced dead at birth and suffered many physical issues because of it. His mother, however, loved him greatly and did everything she could for him.
Then she died.
Could he withstand the negative forces bombarding him? Or would he quickly follow his mother to the grave?
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?
Life if busy! We, as women, jump from one activity to another. We run, run, run – always caring for those around us, solving their problems, and keeping the world running. But at the end of the day, it’s easy to realize we’ve done nothing for ourselves.
I’m often guilty of this very thing. I neglect the interests and activities that make me unique, and focus on always doing for others. While there is nothing wrong with doing for others – in fact, it is very right to take care of our families, work hard for our employers, and minister to those around us. But if we don’t spend time recharging our creative batteries, we will find that our lives are flat and unfulfilled.
But how can busy women like us make time for those fun extras?
In a world of open offices and collaborative projects, introversion is often considered a liability. But those who believe that don’t understand the true strengths of introverts.
I grew up believing the most popular kids – those who were gregarious and made friends easily – were the best. I also knew I would never be one. I preferred the company of my imagination to the interference of other children. I had a few very close friends and was happy in my world.
Then sixth grade came and my entire class was shipped off to a new school, divided up, and mixed in with their students. None of my friends were in my class, so I spent a lot of time happily alone. My teacher saw this as a problem. To help me “adjust” I was placed in a special class to learn how to make friends. I didn’t realize it then, but they were trying to reprogram introversion out of me.
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.
My husband is not a man of great stature. He does not posses a weightlifter’s physique. He is quiet, studious, and perhaps a little odd. Honestly, my husband looks like a fourteen year old with thinning hair.
Though he is small physically, he is the biggest man I know. His character outshines his lack of height. His compassion eclipses any flaws in appearance.
My husband is my hero.
Do you know why?