You know, I think it’s really hard for Christian authors to write a book about their life and not come across smug or conceited or boastful. I don’t know why I read so many of books by Christians and I think “Braggart!”, but I do.
If some of the same comments made in a non-Christian context, I wouldn’t blink an eye. But if you’re writing “Jesus is so great and has brought me through so much” and then turn around and write “I’ve made some really great decisions in my life in order to follow Jesus”, I get all judgmental. Just because you played the Jesus card. Bad Jayme.
All that to say, I recently read a book by Sally Clarkson called Own Your Life. I saw it recommended on someone else’s blog (can’t remember who) and checked it out from the library. It was pretty good. Not earth shattering, but there were some real gems in there that I found helpful. One, in particular, is that she wrote some life goals for herself and one of them struck me: “To see God’s fingerprints each day of my life, as I knew my children probably longed to have a happy mother.”
Uh oh. I had a really bad week last week. Maybe it was the house selling. Maybe it was the house buying. Maybe it was being 4 weeks post-partum. Maybe it was lack of sleep (see the 4 weeks post-partum fact). Maybe it was the multiple daily “accidents” from a 3-year-old who has been potty training for 7 months. Whatever it was, I was not happy. I was not a good wife. I was a horrible, wretched mother. (Don’t tell me I wasn’t: I was. Yes, my children stayed alive and fed, but other than that, it wasn’t good.)
Yes, my children want a happy mother. But more than that, I want to be a happy mother. Maybe seeing God’s fingerprints in my life will help with that. Seeing that my house sold in 4 hours. 4 hours! Seeing that we found a great house to buy that was actually less expensive than the house we’re selling. Seeing that I have a healthy newborn who is actually a great sleeper and eater. Seeing that I was able to get the new carpet installed right on time. Seeing that I was able to find a neighborhood kid who could mow the lawn when I was unable to.