The Lumberjack’s Wife’s Shocking Discovery

Sometimes you stumble across a blog and you just love it, and that is what has happened with me and The Lumberjack’s Wife. Taylor always has a way of making me laugh, usually at her expense, but still. I really, really like her.
She keeps it real on her blog, documenting life in the middle ‘o’ nowhere with four kids, a bunch of bunnies, and a dog she calls “Lucy-fur”. I don’t know how she handles all that excitement and still finds time to cook elk meat with a sense of humor, but she does it all with grace and wit and wisdom. I’m not the only person who thinks she is wonderful, her blog has been nominated for Babble’s Top 50 Mom Blogs.  Below you will find Taylor’s wise, funny words. For more from Taylor, check out The Lumberjack’s Wife and follow her on Facebook.
When JoAnn asked me to write a post with the theme, “God is good, in spite of _______,” I was honored, because I love JoAnn’s blog. I find her writing to be beautiful, touching, and hilarious all at the same time. But I have been struggling with how to write this post, knowing it would be never be as beautifully written as JoAnn would make it.

(JoAnn the Editor’s note: HA!)

Bear with me.
Growing up, I always thought I would do something fantastic with my life. In middle school, I dreamed of being a writer. Then the day came when two boys got a hold of my journal and teased me endlessly for A) having a journal and B) my use of the word measly.
I still maintain that measly is a fantastic word.
Later on, I apparently became full of myself and decided maybe I had the chance at being a model or something of that nature.
(my sister, mom, and me)
Here are my glamour shots. Don’t be jealous.
You can understand why I felt modeling was in my future.
That dream died once I overheard a classmate shout: “When Taylor walks into a room wearing a red dress, everyone runs away and yells ‘Kool-Aid Man!’”
It’s something I’ve obviously never gotten over.
Next, I went through a phase where I wanted to be a Senator. Senators can be plump, so it would be a good fit for me. I wanted to live in a city. I wanted to be a world-class pianist. I wanted to have my name in history books. I wanted to be someone.
I am now thirty years old. I have not accomplished any of the goals I had once set out to do. I struggle with a restlessness in my heart, a sort of panic that overtakes me when I remind myself that I am, in fact, thirty, and have accomplished nothing.
All the days seem to merge together.
There are dishes to be washed . . .
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floors to be swept . . .
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messes to be picked up . . .
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and don’t EVEN get me started on the laundry.
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The days are long, but the years are quick.
When did my babies grow up?
 
Now, I can say this: God is good, in spite of me.
 
Me and my selfishness, impatience, and crankiness. Me and my insecurities and my restlessness.
 
Me.
Even though I didn’t come up with this plan for my life, He did. I am right where I need to be, accomplishing something fantastic . . . raising my four, healthy children.
I am blessed because of it.
 
Oh, the days are not easy. I’ve had my share of poo and vomit, tantrums and fits, hitting and screaming.
And let’s not forget the “joys” that homeschooling brings.

“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men.”

Colossians 3:23
Being a mother and a wife is what I do, it is the role that God has placed me in. I am not here to please others, I am not here to impress anyone.
God has taught me in the past few years that life is not about me.
I know. I found it to be a shock, too.
Even though my daily tasks can seem boring or meaningless, I am making an impression on my children and those around me.
I am serving the Lord, and that is the best job one can have.
“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy and where thieves to not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”  –Matthew 6:19-21
So, here I am. Thirty years old. I have accomplished nothing that I thought I would, but I am blessed beyond words.
I have a husband who loves me and thinks the world of me. I have four healthy children who can make me want to wring their necks and lovingly hold on to them tight all in the same moment. I get to raise them, watch them grow, help them learn, and just . . . be with them.
Yes. God is good . . . in spite of me.

47 thoughts on “The Lumberjack’s Wife’s Shocking Discovery

  1. This is what I have been battling – being 30 and feeling like I have accomplished nothing. Thanks for this beautiful reminder. (AND I am slightly jealous of the Glamour Shots – I always wanted them in junior high, but alas, never got to go have them done.)

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  2. I love your choice of words, Taylor, for fill-in-the-blank. (I love your choice of guest posters, JoAnn.)

    I think it helps to realize that nobody is anybody, really, and–even if (s)he IS–who will (s)he be in 100 years, especially in another country?

    Your best most profound circle of influence is always the one in which you truly live. And your children are beautiful: your children, Taylor, and your children, JoAnn.

    Lots of love and prayers on the wild ride of it all…..

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  3. I too, have done “nothing” with my 34 years . . . except bring 7 little souls into this world. What a blessing they are, even on the tough days! Motherhood is truly a gift from the Lord and it honors Him as a bonus feature! 🙂

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  4. Well, if you can cook elk meat with a sense of humor and come recommended by JoAnn, that sure makes you somebody in my book! And, oh, how I know the joys of homeschooling! Thanks for hosting Taylor here.

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  5. You know, I'm 'older than thirty' and this is something I've had to really face this year more than any other. Kids grown, mostly raised (although we never stop needing our mothers), a new town, clean slate, what next? I've figured out a few things which are too much for a comment but this was a beautifully written post. You are a writer Taylor…maybe not the kind you imagined you'd be but a writer nonetheless!

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  6. This was such a beautiful post. I feel exactly the same as Taylor…although I don't express it nearly as eloquently. Some days I struggle with teeling that I haven't really accomplished anything in life – especially when I had such big dreams when I was young! But then I look around at my family and my home and realize I am doing exactly what I should be doing…and exactly what I want to be doing! Thanks for expressing my thoughts so beautifully.

    But…I was already hooked at “Lucy-fer!” Love that!

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  7. Awesome post! I can relate….especially that, “life is not about me”……I struggle with that daily and am glad to know that I'm not the only one!

    Kathleen

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  8. Awesome Post! I think we all wonder where the years went and what happend to all those dreams we had. But we are exactly where we are meant to be. Loved the post Taylor…except the poo and vomit part…I do read this during my lunch break…you always do this to me!!

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  9. I'm currently figuring out what I'm supposed to do next. Where I should go, if I should go to school, I, I, I, me, me, me. I keep having to remember it's not about me, and even if I make plans for myself it may not be what God has actually decided I will do.

    I needed this today!

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  10. Taylor, were you TRYING to make me cry?? Yes, love your babies and kiss them and know they are your world, they are everything. God is good. 🙂

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  11. Taylor! This is a fantastic post in spite of the fact that you have not said hola! even once. You've challenged me to someday face the fact that perhaps life is not all about me either. Someday I am going to think about that.

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  12. Gah… someone beat me to the HOLLA.

    Yes, I lurk on your blog but never leave a comment because I'm totally intimidated by the C.O.W.

    But I love this post. Truly. And how I wish I could be home raising four healthy kids! Glad that God has been speaking to your heart about your true worth.

    And piano-playing Senators are overrated 😉

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  13. taylor, i do not know you, but i kind of am you. (which should be scary news for you, sorry.) it's freeing, isn't it? to know that one day we'll stand before a sovereign, grace-giving God who measures far differently than we do.

    ps the not-about-me-thing? still a shock, daily.

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  14. I'm not going to say anything about how you can be glad you're not a senator. Nope, I surely am not. 🙂

    This post was so beautiful, and lovely, and true. I must remember this thought. Thank you for it. 🙂

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  15. I love Taylor Mali-blah-blah too! And I so wanted to ask her to write on my blog, but I was rather intimidated (or actually, was too busy laughing and wishing she were near enough to hang out with 🙂

    I loved her interview too!

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