Back Where I Belong

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31 Days of 5-Minute Free-Writes

Day 6: Belong

For fourteen years I collected anecdotes, stories about things my children did and said that I wanted to remember always. For fourteen years I wrote poems about motherhood and marriage. For fourteen years I journaled about this journey with Jesus and my family. And all that time I looked forward to the day when I could put it all together and send not only my children, but their stories—our story—out into the world.

This past May our baby graduated from high school, and I thought it was time for me to also spread my wings and finally become a full-time writer and artist. But with two children in college, and a third considering it, my husband asked me to get a job outside the home. I obeyed, and for five weeks I did my best at that job while also maintaining the household and doing some token writing and art on the side. Those really suffered, and I would have to say that my spirit suffered too. I tried to be joyful, but it was hard. My superiors at work could see it. I was only hired on a temporary basis anyway, to see if it would work out. And it didn’t. We mutually decided to terminate my employment there, and I went home… back where I belong.

A friend of mine actually put it that way, and the words resonated inside of me, like a gift from my Father, assuring me that I was doing the right thing. My husband supports my decision 100%, and he is excited about the prospects that are opening up for me as a writer and artist at home. Praise God! This too will eventually find its way into a later volume of Reflections of a Mother’s Heart, when I get to the part about the almost-empty nest.

Yesterday I shared a page out of Reflections, and today I’d like to share another one. I won’t give you one every day this month, but it just so happens that I wrote a poem about belonging….

Reminiscing Over Family Portraits

Gazing at the portraits on the wall,
I see my children, husband, and myself,
Each one matched in clothes and countenance
And looking right, as if we all belong.
Still, I find it hard to comprehend
That to a wife and mother I have grown.
In my eyes I don’t look anything
Remotely like the mothers I have known.
Is it youth or immaturity
That makes me doubt these titles I possess?
Can it be quite simply that I’ve known
Myself too long to see my own egress?
Maybe the acceptance of the roles
Is what I fight against within my mind.
No. I took them on quite willingly,
So elsewhere I must look to answer find.
Gazing at the portraits once again,
I see my children, husband, and myself,
Each one matched in clothes and countenance,
And looking right, because we all belong.

Families can be messy. None of them is perfect. But you know what? There in your family, you are right where you belong. How do I know that? Because God makes no mistakes.

And the best news of all… If you have received the Lord Jesus as your Savior, then you belong to Him. There is no greater family, and no greater belonging than that!

 1 Corinthians 3:23 And you are Christ’s; and Christ is God’s.

Kate Motaung, host of Five-Minute Friday, has challenged us to 31 Days of Five-Minute Free Writes, in which we will explore the telling of our story. This isn’t the first such challenge of hers, but it is the first for me. Thank you for sharing it with me.

For a list of links to all my posts for this challenge, click here.

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