Lately, I look at my life and don’t see myself in it.
I have everything I need, and more. A stable job. Good friends. A wonderful, loving family. A studio apartment and a closet full of clothes. Enough disposable income to finance my coffee addiction, high heel collection, and monthly gym membership.
But, my heart is somewhere else.
I want to be a foster mom. People think I’m crazy to want that at this point in my life. I’m 24, single, and “should enjoy my freedom.” They tell me I have no idea how hard it is to be a mom and that I should wait and do things conventionally… Meet a guy, get married, have kids later.
I try to take that advice, to follow the traditional path, because it makes sense. But I sit at work and daydream about giving up the comforts of my life to work in an orphanage. I dream about loving a house full of kids who desperately need a family. Kids who desperately need to know God’s love.
I don’t know what to do. So, for now, I’m being still.
God, my life is Yours. If You want to shatter everything into pieces and rebuild it, I’m all in.
If You want me here, I’ll stay. If You want me elsewhere, I’ll go.