Before this school semester started, PJ had a week off between the Winter and Spring semester and I was so excited to be able to relax with him all week. I wanted us to spend so much time together we'd get sick of each other and be excited to go to school to get away from each other, if only for a day. The first day of our break went somewhat to plan but as we were just sitting down to enjoy some Netflix instant play, we got a knock on our door. It was a friend of PJ's who needed help moving into his new apartment. I wanted to tell PJ to tell his friend he would help him in an hour or so. After all, this is our time together and how rude of someone to come over and interrupt us on our "break week". Then I thought back to the aforementioned post and said to myself "My life, My husband even, is not my own."
In retrospect, how great is it that my husband is not only able, but very willing to help others! (and how selfish of me...) But ever since that day, this thought has come into my head at least once. As I'm wanting to sleep in instead of go to the gym for my 2 mile run, as I'm headed out of class and have the ability to either go home (and probably slack off) or go to the wonderful 2nd floor of the library (the quiet floor) to complete my homework for the day, as I walk in the door and realize the wonderful fragrance of food I smelled is not coming from my house and I still have to cook dinner, and as I realize I still haven't planned the Sunday School lesson for Sunday (and it's Saturday...). Through all of these ups and downs my motto has become: My life is not my own. It doesn't matter what I want in this life, there is a force stronger than me which will pull me towards furthering the work of the Lord. It is okay to be tired at the end of the day from working so hard, in fact, it is preferred. And as far as my husband goes; he is no more mine than my children will be. He is here to help me, but he is still first and foremost the Lord's servant. This message has hit home even more today as my Religion teacher testified of Jesus following the Father's will. Even His life was not His own. I am so thankful for the wonderful example we have in submitting our will in order to follow the Father's. May I say with Isaiah, "Here am I, Send Me".