Both kids needed to bring a picture of our house for an art project. We, of course, live in seminary housing in
A few days ago I asked Tucker what they were doing with his picture. Until then, it hadn't really occurred to me that he hadn't brought anything home. He said, "We couldn't use my picture. They had to use a stock photo of a house for me and Anajae."
Gulp. Don't cry. Don't get mad. Don't be embarrassed.
I know that we are where we are for a reason. God called us to seminary. We are lucky, even.
But there is, of course, a small (ok, maybe not so small?) part of me that is sad that we don't live uptown, in some great historic house that was built in 1920. I'm sad that we struggle month to month to pay our bills. I'm sad that we can't send the kids to sleep-away summer camp this year. I'm sad that we are stressed beyond recognition over whether or not we will be able to send them to this very same school next year. I'm sad that we only have one vehicle and I can't even pick up an extra shift because, well, I have kids in school and no one to pick them up.
What makes me sadder than any of these things is that I am actually sad. It's ridiculous, really. We are rich in more ways than I can count. I know it sounds cliche', but we are. We are all (reasonably) healthy. Two of my three children have accepted Christ as their Savior. We live in the greatest nation in the world, in one of the best cities in the world. (Seriously. Have you been to New Orleans? It rocks.)
What makes us richer than anything, though, is that we have life in Jesus. We can live victoriously, knowing that He conquered death and sin. Jesus said that He came to give us life, and live abundantly.
I am not living abundantly when I spend hours ruminating over the stock photo, or the thought that Tucker's teachers didn't think our apartment (or Anajae's, bless her heart) wasn't "good enough."
Our apartment may not be uptown, and it may not be spacious or even pretty, but inside it....ahhh....inside it is home. It is where a family of five people come together every night and love one another and share their stories and struggles, laughter and tears. It's where Anne Claire came home from the hospital. It's where the boys learned to ride bikes. It's where Griffin learned to write his name, and Tucker became such a great swimmer.
So yeah, while I wish some things were different, some things I wouldn't change. For anything.
My ultimate goal? It is not to live uptown, or to drive a nice car (though, dang, that would be nice!). My goal isn't even to be able to pay for another year at Isidore Newman.
My goal is this: ..."to be content in any and every situation." (Phil. 4:11-13)