When we get there.
My favorite farm guy and I have had many conversations over the years about what life will be like when we get there. I’m sure it’s a common conversation for parents who are nearing their empty nest years but even more so for a blended family.
I’ve experienced a lot of hard things in life, but nothing compares to the pain and agony that’s come with blending a family.
If you know—you know. And if you don’t—you are blessed.
From wondering way too much about what others are thinking about you—to not knowing where to sit amongst other parents—to wishing you could see eye-to eye—to not knowing who to trust—to feeling like what you do is unappreciated—these are just a few to name.
And if you let these heartaches have their way, they will rob you of the special moments meant for you today.
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”
We sat off to the side at another soccer game this week— we always do. My husband’s never been one that cares much about making friends or being seen. He’s been a steady rock through this journey and often reminds me of our purpose in showing up for our kids.
It’s not about what we look like as parents so others will think highly of us today.
It’s about the life we’re building together for the long haul.
The sting of divorce isn’t a quick thing that fades away quickly. It’s a pain that can last a lifetime. Yet, the God of hope wants to fill us with joy and peace along our way.
Can I tell you something?
When we’re home and out on the farm, these cares sting much less and it’s there where we sense how good it will be when we finally get there.
This is where I choose to place my focus as often as I can. I’m so glad I get that choice.
Are your eyes looking to the God of hope for your hard too? He’s there just waiting to fill you up.