The family and I just returned from a weekend spent at my sister-in-law’s home in another state. The official purpose of the trip was to have our niece taking our family photos and to visit with her family (we typically only see them two or three times a year).
I did, however, have another motive.
Deep down, I couldn’t help but think that when we were finally able to get away from our routine and unplug from our daily lives, that maybe God would reveal something to me (to my husband and I) that we weren’t listening to before. Kind of a strange thought, but it’s true so do with it what you will.
God didn’t disappoint.
I’m not free to divulge details and actually, the details don’t matter. It will take us at least two years before we can even start the next chapter of our lives anyway.
The big takeaway for me this past week came as I sat in my sister-in-law’s backyard on Friday night. The adults sat in lawn chairs underneath white icicle lights draped on pergola. We roasted marshmallows for s’mores while the kids played “Ghost In The Graveyard” in the dark. Just a simple night but it hit me like a ton of bricks.
I’m not living the life I want to be living.
That thought kept coming back to me time and time again throughout the weekend. It was accompanied by another thought.
What’s stopping me?
As I spend these next few months sorting through these thoughts, discussing them with my wonderful husband and then start the long journey of heading towards our new destination, I want to ask you:
Are you living the life you want to live?
What’s stopping you?