But I'm telling everyone how full my life is.
Driving home from card night with my church girlfriends, I turn on the radio and it's Dr. Dobson. He's rattling on in an interview about how God uses empty-nesters for mentors. If you just ask, God will show you who you need to open your life to. Hmmm. I'm thinking, geesh God, the kids just left three weeks ago, is the vacation over already? But in the pit of my stomach, I'm comforted deeply to know I still have a purpose that is vital. Apparently it's called experience.
The next morning on the way to get my haircut, I flip the station from the Christian one to NPR, not quite ready to hear another God directive about how to fill up my life that just emptied out less than a month ago. But then Diane Rhem was interviewing Gail Sheehy about life "passages": Daring: My Passages. Hmmm. Ok, I get it. I'm in a passage now. She talked about women being daring, and had a nifty name for each decade of life, like fabulous forties, and nifty fifties. So, apparently this isn't a vacation, I've now entered something daring.
Suddenly, I realized that I've been given back some strange freedom since the kids left. Not only am I doing several fewer loads of dishes and laundry, every person who says they'd love to have coffee or wants me to join a committee, or sing on worship--is suddenly a great decision. Is THIS the thing God wants me to do with my freedom? God, please, just point me in the right direction so I can plug in my "experience".
Alright, of course it's not that simple. But the neat thing is this sense of adventure I feel. Giving of myself suddenly feels like something that will fill me up and bless others instead of exhaust me.
So, I'm telling everyone my nest is empty, but my life is full.
And I'm asking God for direction.
Blog post by Anne Love-
Writer of Historical Romance inspired by her family roots.Nurse Practitioner by day.Wife, mother, writer by night.Coffee drinker--any time.
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