I like being a good friend and husband. It gives me joy and I remain much more optimistic about life as a result. I just wish I could convince myself that trying this hard is enough. You can tell me I’m amazing. I’ll appreciate it. I’ll still feel pretty ordinary. I’ll still be puzzled why I don’t feel like I’m doing well enough.
Lord, I really need to be content with being average. Can I please just view some amount of competence in doing ordinary things well as a blessing? Is realizing this part of growing up? Thank you for helping us in so many ways.
Also, a quick request? You know I have three older sisters in my life right now that are in tears worrying over their little sisters. Help them, Father. Give them the peace that your Son purchased with his blood and name. And while I’m thinking about it, thank you for my sisters. thank you for reminding me over the past few months of how much I love and adore them. Let me love all of these women as you love them.
Thank you.
P.S. I wish there was another man I could talk to. A believer who isn’t a coworker. We could be friends and we’d care about what was going on in each others lives. That’d be nice.
2 Comments
12 January, 2008 at 6:37:29 pm
I loved this post. It made me teary eyed.
19 June, 2008 at 8:44:38 am
Somehow i missed the point. Probably lost in translation
Anyway … nice blog to visit.
cheers, Telephonically!!