i’m a little surprised it did not also include the definition of: ‘mothers everywhere who are, on a daily basis, driven to points of utter distraction, yet would lay down their very lives for the ones who call them mother.’
because, if you are anything like me, that can describe many a day in your existence.
sometimes, i think oxymoron just downright describes me.
you know…i call myself a Christian, and yet, i can botch things up so royally that it hardly goes with the title i claim.
i claim to love my neighbors and want to do what i can to show Christ-like love to them, and still, i get annoyed when my privacy is invaded.
i say i love my husband and appreciate the sacrifice he makes for us every-single-day, and still, i feel short-fused when i don’t get my way when i want it.
i want to dig into God’s Word, i want to let it seep in and spill out of my very being, and yet, there are many a time when other ‘things’ beckon and lure me in with much greater luster and glamor.
it’s a long list really, this oxymoron that i am.
and, yet one of the most perplexing oxymorons that i think i am faced with every.single.day is the thing of:
‘dying to live’.
my hopes, my dreams, my plans, my goals, my wishes.
all of them.
letting them go, letting them die.
letting them die right there at the foot of that old rugged cross.
letting them be buried.
and, in turn, living.
living His hopes, His dreams, His plans, His goals, His wishes for my life.
living with purpose only He can give my days…
living and loving with Love only He can instill in me…
a happy week to you…