This Box is too Crowded

Can I just confess something to you? I like to do all kinds of things. Sure, I love taking photos. But there are so many things I do outside of photography that many days I plain forget to pick up my camera. 

Man. It feels really good to just get that out there.

If you know me, you know that I have lots of hobbies. Often, I call myself the 'Jack of all trades, master of none." It used to bother me. "You do too many things. Just pick something and be good at it," is a thought I often have. But as of late, when I start to chastise myself, I take a minute to praise myself too. Because if I was just the master of one trade, I might not know how to do a little bit of sewing and wreath making. If I only allowed myself to sit inside the photographer's box, I wouldn't know the empowerment of using Essential Oils instead of muscle relaxers for my chronic back pain.

If you've been to my home, this will not surprise you. But often, I have a messy home. My laundry is only ever complete because my husband is a rockstar and even though I sweep my floors everyday I still trek crumbs from room to room on the bottom of my feet.(Major pet peeve hence the reason I continue to sweep every single day). My backyard looks like the play area for a small school and I have more than TEN squash vines but ZERO squash.

And yet.

I've never been more content than I am in this season.

I don't want to fit inside a box made to fit something else. I want to create a box to fit me :). I want to shake off the pressure of conformity and step into the woman that God designed me to be. I'm passionate and fierce. I'm creative and messy and my husband might even say I am a tad too sassy. I save things to my desktop and I have at least 4 tabs open atop of my Chrome window at all times. I worry too much and I am a total work in progress.

BUT. I love the Lord and HE is the one doing the work and I praise him for it.

Over the course of the last year, I have thought much about this verse in 2 Timothy 4:7. "I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith." May I keep my eyes on the prize to the very end rather than growing weary in the middle or possibly worse, working so hard to be something I am not and just plain fizzing out.

Or how about the song '10,000 Reasons' by Matt Redman? "Whatever may pass and whatever lies before me, let me be singing when the evening comes." 

Oh that I would live out these truths and just be exactly the woman God has called me to be today. No more. No less. Lord may it be so.

Please help it to be so.