My mother gave me that very wise bit of advice years ago: “You can have it all – just not all at once.”
I’ve been battling so much lately with our “next steps”. I have been so inspired and challenged to make my life count. To do the things that no one else will do. To take the path less travelled. To work with the unloved and marginalized of our society. To live a life counter to the “middle class dream”. I love living in the city in an urban neighbourhood. I love diversity, both in race, language and socioeconomics. I love people completely different from me. I am tired of being one or two steps removed from the needs. Tired of being the one that writes the cheque. I want my stability and security to be in Christ alone. I want a non-traditional, counter-cultural life. I want to travel.
But.
I also want my kids to have safety and security. I want a spare room. I want a play area. I want our kids to have a yard. I want that icon of stability – a deep freeze. I want my kids to go to school with their cousins or at the very least, to church together. I want that when they run away from us that they try to ride their bike to Auntie’s house because “at least there, they love me!” I want a good school with a french immersion program. I want a safe playground that doesn’t have needles or condoms littered around. I want a garden. I want to stay home with my kids. I want to be the mum on the block that is at hot dog day and helps with Brownies. I want everything that I had as a kid for my kids. I want to find Jesus in the suburbs. I want to be able to live missionally no matter where I am.
So these things have been brewing for years as Brian nears finishing school. Here we are, almost at the end of this season. And I’ve been so conflicted about our next step. If it was just me and Bri, it’d be easy for me to be a crazy radical. But now with our two kids, I crave another kind of life.
I figure, based on my grandparents, I’ll live to about 80 if not longer. So that means I have another 50 years. I know that we all have been told “carpe diem” and “live every day like it’s your last” but I wonder if that’s Godly. I wonder if I am just starting to recognise the start of a new season in my life. My season as a young mum, first and foremost. If I have 50 years ahead of me still, but only a few years of that are with small children, I think I’d rather make them the priority. I think I’d rather have these precious few years with them and then be a crazy radical.
I am trying to recognise that the values matter, no matter where you are. Sometimes those are lived out in a different context.
It’s hard because we both grew up in churches and traditions that really valued the hero. So it’s hard not to be drawn to the heroic. But it’s very important that we are obedient first.
Can you be a radical with a deep freeze?




























