One of the books on my nightstand mentions a book called "Living Intentionally" and my immediate reaction was to make a mental note to write that book title down on my "to read" list. But almost as quickly as I had planned to write it down, I took it off the list. I don't need another book to try to teach me how to live my life in a way that I'm not currently living it. A way that doesn't come natural to me so I need to read a book to learn the steps and apply them until I become someone I don't recognize. A way that allows me to try out a new life and know that if it doesn't work out for me, I can just revert back to the way things were (currently are).
That book isn't unlike many of the others that are on my list. But those books are different in a way that I'm not sure my brain has been able to wrap itself around yet. The books are about my faith and living in a way to incorporate my faith better in my daily life. They are about motherhood and being a wife. They are not books that are trying to change me. They are books that I chose to help me better understand my "new" life; my new vocation. I don't think about motherhood being a fleeting thing. But many of the motions are the same as any other lifestyle we find ourselves trying to live, right? We gradually start dressing differently, the music we listen can change, new interests have us attending different events, finding friends that can more closely relate to what we are into. Suddenly we realize that we are living a different life and sometimes we realize we don't want to be anymore so we change again and again depending on the type of person we are.
Motherhood is not like that. Living your faith is not like that. Being able to recognize that gives me so much joy and peace. Knowing that this life that I'm building isn't something fleeting. It started with a foundation and, brick by brick, I'm creating something to last.
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