I lived in the Midwest for the first 43 years of my life. In that time I never experienced what it was like to have an allergy, seasonal or otherwise. The closest I ever came was that I would break out a bit when pulling weeds but once inside and washed off with soap and water eventually the redness would go away. I still have that here in the South but I also have become friends with allergy meds. I can't breathe. My face hurts. I used to break out every time I took a shower from the water. I had to buy special soap and shampoo and conditioner. Now it has gone to the eyes. They itch and sometimes wake me up from the itching. In particular my right eye....seemingly my more dominant eye as I do everything better on my right side. I hear better with that ear, I am right handed. It is annoying. My eye doctor says my eyes are dry and he gave me some drops. They do nothing.
I will be honest. I have been struggling this week. I am feeling a lack of purpose. I feel like a sloth. My husband works, my son has school, and now both girls have started their college classes. I give rides to school, I do laundry almost every day, I prepare meals and do the shopping. I understand that those things need to happen but I do not feel I really contribute all that I should. I miss my work. I miss the kids and being a part of something....bigger. I can't have that here. There are schools, yes, but they are so far different that I'm not sure I would be able to make the connections with people like I did before. I accept this, it doesn't make it easier, but I get that sacrifices were made by everyone when we chose to move and this was mine. All of this is making me feel sad this week in particular for some reason. While I have found friends, I still haven't found my place...my contribution.
Two weeks ago my middle was struggling and was mad and upset and just plain overwhelmed with unknowns. She is better now. School has begun and routine has once again taken hold in her life. She thrives on routine, something that she hasn't had much of since the move. She said the words, "I have a job, where's yours!" to me and it broke me. It felt as though she ripped my heart out and thrashed it around like the Hulk tossing around Loki. It has resonated in the back of my mind ever since. It has festered and taken hold and I have struggled to let it go. I'm not upset with her, she has apologized. No, I'm mad at me for holding onto it.
I have looked online for jobs. As it turns out there aren't a lot of postings for people like me. Women who married, had children and stayed home to raise them. I spent eleven years at home with my children and only really left to go to work at a preschool to give me something to do once my son started school. My knowledge of computers is limited. I can Google and I think all computers are touch screens so that gets me into trouble. I have to get help to figure out how to get music on my computer. My smart phone is smarter than me. I don't know what a cache or a ram is and I have no clue how the cloud works or why I have it or even how to access it. And if all of that doesn't date me or make me seem an unlikely hire for today's workforce, I also need to only work Monday through Friday and I need to work school hours because I still have responsibilities to my family that I love more than anything.
I lack knowledge and know how in a lot of areas. I have run a household and I have been raising three children. This is no small fete especially since I have been learning on the job. I'm an only child. I had literally no clue what to do with babies when I started. Now I'm still trying to figure out teenagers and young adults and I'm failing miserably. I always say something wrong or look at someone wrong or forget stuff. I'm pretty sure the women I see in line at drop off have their act together. They also probably don't get excited and start singing along with Rick Springfield in the car during drop off either. I kind of think that's the point. No matter who you are or what you know, there are always going to be people out there that are smarter and know more than you do. It doesn't make you any less. It just...is.
My right side is dominant. I was saying earlier today that maybe I'm allergic to the air or maybe God is trying to get me to focus on something with just my left eye which is weird because my right side is dominant. Writing that or saying it is when it clicked. I haven't been able to write. I haven't been able to do much of anything really because I haven't been focusing on the right things. I've been focusing on what I can't do and not on what I can. My right side is dominant, but so is my ability to focus on all my negatives, so is my ability to make excuses, and so is my ability to procrastinate. All the wrong things. I need to go the other direction. I need to focus on my left. I need to pay attention because God has been talking to me for an entire sermon series. It is OK God knows I'm a slow learner and kind of a prat too. He loves me anyway and I think He has higher hopes for me than I have for myself.
But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. 2 Corinthians 12:9 I have to believe that in my weakness here God can use me for something I'm not seeing yet. I have to believe that the words are coming but I haven't really been listening. I have to believe I can be of some use and I am actually making a contribution. My children are a contribution and if that is all I contribute then that has to be enough. If it isn't then I have to be OK with that too and not keep saying no when asked.
The truth is I don't know what comes next for me but I do actually have a job here. I am a mother, I do not bring in an income to help my family but I do work and if I run out of the regular chores and tasks there are plenty more to add in. Paining needs done, rooms need rearranged and it seems I always have one room that I hate the most no matter where I live. I just can't get it right. Also when I shut up the inner voices that like to make me feel less than, it turns out I can get quite a bit of typing done. God has a lot to say when you turn your voices off and listen to his. So I'm focusing on the left now. The right is getting a bit blurry anyway.