While the New Year is here, I have one final reflection on this past Advent season. This year my attention returned again and again to the subject of Shepherds. Particularly the shepherds to which the angel came and proclaimed the birth of Christ.
At the time of Jesus’ birth shepherds were on one of lowest rungs of the social ladder. They were marginalized people. But as God tends to do, He came first to the shepherds and proclaimed the good news of his birth. This year I have a new appreciation and understanding of the Shepherds.
During this time Bethlehem was known for providing spotless lambs to the temple to be sacrificed. The shepherds here were specially trained to raise these spotless lambs for temple use. That was their job.
For years I have held to a conviction to allow the Lord plan my family. Currently, we have a one-year-old and by this time I historically would be expecting our next child.
I need, to be honest, I’m in a battle with the Lord right now. For many reasons, I believe that I want to be done with childbearing.
Life is chaotic.
I’m growing weary of having infants.
I’m ready to focus on having older children and doing fun things that sometimes you can’t do with littles.
I want to enjoy “retirement” someday.
I want to have time left with just hubby and me to enjoy “single” life.
I live in a bubble. I have intentionally surrounded myself with like-minded friends. While my kids are “socialized”, we do get out of the house and interact with the world, our close friends are either a part of our church or our homeschool co-op. I’m definitely not saying this is a bad thing. We, as Christians, are called to be in community with other believers so I would say that it’s necessary.
Recently, however, my son started playing football in a community league. It has been an eye-opening experience. Apparently, I have become too comfortable in my shell of friends. All of us tend to parent, live, and act similarly because our primary goal is to honor Christ. This athletic endeavor has reminded me that not all people have that same mindset.
There is an adage, “You never see a hearse pulling a U-Haul.” Recently my husband and I were in Los Angeles. He had work to do so I thought I would go and spend some much needed quiet time away from the din of the homestead.
In some of the down time, we had an opportunity to go exploring in the city. We walked around Hollywood enamored by some of the stars represented there on Hollywood Boulevard. We went down to the Venice canals and walked around looking at homes that seemed to come right out of the pages of a magazine.
I have a love-love relationship with food. I wouldn’t say I am gourmet or even adventurous with my food choices. But I do have comfort foods; lots of them! I eat when I’m happy, stressed, sad, and bored. I derive much happiness from food. Is this you? Read on my friend.
The last several months, I’ve been on a weight loss journey. My health odyssey of sorts. Coming up against my food problem has been difficult. No, downright hard. A few weeks into my journey life happened and stressful days ensued I wanted nothing more than to get myself a Mocha Moolatte plop down on the couch and watch some Biggest Loser. It’s true.