Yoda once said, “Do or do not. There is no try.”
Y’all, Yoda wasn’t human.
And, if there’s anything I know about being human, it’s this:
Some days, the triumph IS the trying.
Not the outcome, but the effort.
As a mom, many days, all I can say is, “I’m trying.”
I’m trying to hold it together when it all seems to fall apart.
I’m trying to teach them to do right even when I am wrong.
I’m trying to think of just one more way to cook chicken.
And more often than not, my effort falls short.
I end up crying in the kitchen.
I lose my temper when I need to tame my tongue.
I make “last minute chicken.” Again.
And I put my head on my pillow at night and wonder if I will ever do anything right.
And, do you know what happens next?
The sun comes up, and I have to try all over again.
I face most of the same struggles day in and day out, and I’m guessing you do, too.
So take a moment and put them in perspective.
Stop focusing on the failure and focus on the future. Don’t obsess about the obstacles; gaze at the goal.
Look at life like Paul did when he wrote:
“Not that I ave already obtained all of this or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. I do not yet consider myself to have taken hold of it, but this one thing I do: forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. All of us, then, who are mature should take such a view of things.” (Philippians 3:12-15)
This is how I need to look at life. It’s not simply a series of getting from one goal to the next. There is only one goal.
Go after it.
The finish line does not lie in a room full of folded laundry. It’s found at the feet of Jesus.