How deep is the rut you're stuck in?

Every woman has a dream. Every woman has the life she imagines. She populates the thought of it with holy silence, attentive prayer, an able body, a timeless, pure mind and achievements through actions.


She also has the life she actually lives with more than her fair share of reality- heaping doses of life’s minutia to claw her down and hold her in place. 


All one needs to do is look at her dishes and laundry. Over and over and over again, the potential means of her sanctification, but usually just her continued frustration. She doesn’t need freed from the mundane. She shouldn’t seek separation from the monotony.  


What she is really desiring is a heaping dose of perspective, the perspective that it’s all worth it: every dish, every load, every working hour, every assignment, each wiped bum and every minute of lost sleep.


Somehow, her faith in God shows her that all these losses of personal time and self are gains of eternity and other, and so it all sits right again for a minute.


But what if her rut is so deep that she isn’t even imagining her better life? What if she is so spent and run utterly on fumes that she might cease serving and caring, loving and living with devotion and dreams?


It happens. It happens a lot. I can happen to you and can happen to me.


She needs the practical feedback that she’s moving forward, climbing and notching out progress toward her eternal goal. 


Don’t you think though that each day is laced with ruts, crevasses and caverns in which to become fully entrapped and resent your motherhood? The Father of Lies starts cranking the pity party machine to make you spiteful and self-sabotaging just as soon as your eyes open each day.
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Just today, my kids have been bonkers. Literally, driving me a bit crazy and I am getting no where fully realizing I could cave and eat horribly (actually there’s no junk in the house so that would be hard), lay down and wallow in my bed ignoring them in a negative emotional state or dive into the shallow waters of social media and numb myself up for a while. 


Nah! No way am I going to soften and cave and so I tell myself:
Rise up woman! 
Claim your place! 
Rise up mother! 
Get gritty and courageous!
Rise daughter of the King!
Gather your strength and engineer your goals. 
Be realistic and get resourceful.


“Find your forward” or forever wish you had,
Rebecca Dussault


Every day women book a slot to chat with me to get clearer on what they have to work with or what is working against them. I can help steer you and cheer you on. You are not alone. Not a bit. I would love to hear your voice and pray with you offering you what I know on a call in the near future. You can begin again to finally and fully uncover the life you imagine. Book a free chat and let’s get you out of that rut forever!