It's Time To Go Home
Miraculously, astoundingly, the pieces flowed together. My husband was thrilled that our family was on the front lines of defending our Christian faith in the marketplace of ideas and even managed to flex his job a bit in order to assist with car pool and errands. Our two teenage sons were grappling with worldview issues at school, so when I'd return home at night after a day in the studio, some incredibly relevant conversations ensued; they were discovering first-hand what it might look like to walk out their values in the days ahead.
In addition, our college son had surprisingly accepted a position in student government on campus. I loved dialoguing with him about how to be a godly leader and make tough decisions, and would often share about my own successes or failures in the workplace that day. Even my married daughter who lived in another state enjoyed this season because via our Family Talk broadcasts she could hear her mom's voice a bit more often across the miles. (That's a precious thought that still brings a smile to my face...thank you, Lord.) For these reasons and more, I'll never doubt my calling to this ministry and God's people over the past 3 1/2 years.
But now...it's time to go home.
You see: first and foremost I'm a wife and a mom. I'm a woman called by God to serve my family. And when those family dynamics change, I'm called to change with them.
Last fall when our third child departed for college, we faced a new frontier: fewer drivers for our remaining son's school schedule and sports practices; a scarcity of family members to cheer at his games and concerts; less voices echoing through the hallway at the end of the day. But above all, it revealed a stark and undeniable realization to my heart: this mom only has three more years to serve in an active and vital role with a child at home. My days of tripping over sneakers at the front door and climbing around backpacks on the stairway are fleeting.
Let me put it another way: I'm 51 years old. The US Census bureau reports that given my gender and generation, I could realistically live to be 82. That means that, if I am so blessed, I may have another 3 decades left here on this earth. My son will only be in our home a tiny portion of those. In a very real sense, the Lord is simply asking me, "LuAnne, will you tithe your time? Of your remaining 30 years, will you give Me the next 3? Will you set aside your own dreams and aspirations to devote a mere 10% of your future exclusively to your family?" When considered in that context, it's a pretty easy answer: "Yes."
I'm keenly aware that as women we profoundly live in seasons. This was confirmed to me recently as I was sharing my decision with friend and broadcast guest Dr. Meg Meeker. Dr. Meeker cited an unscientific study she conducted which revealed that major life changes occur for women much more often than for our male counterparts. And guess how often our seasons typically last? Three years. Hmmmm, looks like I'm right on track.
As I prepare to make this transition at the end of the month, my mind is swirling with emotions and ideas. I wrestle with how this concept plays out for so many women in differing scenarios: What about the single mom? Is it wrong to work outside the home? Can I still live out my unique skills and talents on a lesser stage? How will our financial future be affected? What about my female peers who feel they've been called to public ministry? Lots of questions. Ones that I'm looking foward to diving into more here on this blog in the days ahead. I'd love to hear your thoughts as well.