Calling.

Tim and I had a good talk last night about calling.  I was sharing with him about how thankful I am that motherhood fits - it feels like I've finally found my sweet spot in life.  I haven't been frantically searching for my calling, but in all my past jobs I've just felt like something was missing.  Even when I knew I was doing a good job, there was an underlying feeling like I didn't quite fit the position for one reason or another.  

This afternoon while Stella was napping, I watched from the upstairs window as Tim worked in the yard and something clicked for me when it comes to my calling.  Tim loves the feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction he gets from completing a project like raking the lawn - even when, especially when, the project involves hard work.  He can work in the yard for literally hours on end, sweat pouring down, and when he is finished he comes inside in such a great mood.  I have friends - even some who are moms - who feel the same way about their jobs outside of the home; they gain LIFE from doing what they love.  Most of the time motherhood feels so natural to me that I find myself believing it isn't real work...but it is HARD work, the hardest job I've ever done in many ways, and yet it gives me a feeling like I'm more alive than I have ever been before.  

Some of life's best realizations come in the quietest moments...