I see that I am blessed.
Every time I turn the corner
To the street I live on
I say a prayer of thanks
Because I truly can't believe
I get to live
In the house I call home.
It's surreal.
It's more than I ever dreamed.
When I walk in the front door
I am greeted by a handsome smile
And three of the biggest little hugs.
I breathe in my family
And I know that I am blessed.
It seems strange that my husband
Would choose me
To love.
It seems uncanny that my kids
Could make me so perfectly
Proud.
When I get to work
A cloak of dread spreads over me
Like a dark cloud.
I'm praised at work as being
Creative, professional, outstanding
I could be better, I admit to myself
Except I don't care as much as I used to
And so I settle for the mediocre
I step onto the church grounds
I dread going but light up when I arrive
I know these kids are my calling
Yet they drain me of my energy
And I fight the battles of guilt
As I fear I put ministry before family
I feel as a stranger in my own skin
Trying to live on the pedestal
I have created for myself
Fearing the disappointment of so many
Should I teeter and fall
In the end
My only source of unhappiness is myself
For everything in my life
Should scream joy and satisfaction
And yet I'm dull inside
Blessed, grateful, but unfulfilled
What more do I want?
The truth is
If I could do it all over again
I would consider the path of selfishness
One where someone takes care of me
As opposed to the life I live
Where it is I who take care of everyone else.
If there is a balance
I do not know it
I constantly go back to the fork
In the road of my life's path
The moment where I chose the
Responsible decision
The safe choice
As opposed to the road
Of my own desires...
I look from a distance
And I see what life could have been
But when I compare it to
What is
I know that I would miss all that I have
And all that I am
In the end I am me
And those thoughts are of my flesh
And not my spirit
So I plunge on
Walking the road to my destiny
Leading me to eternity
Heaven bound
With no regrets
Even if I do dream
About the regrets I could have enjoyed
At some point along the way
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