My White Picket Fence

The American Dream- a house, a car, two kids, and a white picket fence holding it all together like a shiny bow.

 

None of these things in themselves are bad things. In fact, dreams, aspirations, goals, are definitely not bad things.

 

But… my white picket fence became a bad thing. It may not have looked like the traditional version, but it became as much of an idol as any other could.

 

It has taken quite a bit of personal reflection to realize that I was/am idolizing excitement.

 

It was masked as adventure, travel, wanderlust. I dreamed of a life spent traveling, taking pictures of the mountains and trying all the independent coffee shops and collecting antiques as souvenirs. My excitement for being “out there” left me discontent with being “right here,” wherever that here may be.

 

While I’ve always craved change, I think recently my fiery discontentment was fueled by comparison on social media. Specifically Instagram. I can see the best of people’s lives in the beautifully tranquil Pacific Northwest or the unfathomably green countryside of England. All the best everywhere (but here) has to offer. Right in front of me, all the time.

 

And I want that. I think that’s better. I think I can choose my life better than God can.

 

I dream up the Erin Dream. And none of the components of my dreams are bad things, until they take my eyes off of my path right now.

 

So, I have a new use for my daydreaming time:

Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

 And what is more exciting to be living within the will of the Awesome and Sovereign God?

 

Hint... nothing. =]