In all the craziness of moving to Chicago six years ago, getting married, and having a kid–my vocation seem to get lost.
I tried to hold on to what I thought I was called to do (that is start a church), but it just didn’t seem to mesh with having a baby.
My identity as an artist had long been subjugated to my pastoral identity only to show up here and there to make a message or event more creative.
But there I was, mentally bored yet emotionally and physically tired from being a full-time care-giver, when the idea came to me to create a book or books that I just couldn’t find for my kid.
A lot of people decide to write a children’s book for the same reason, but for me it also made sense in a way that nothing else I had ever tried.
My brother said, “That’s it Amy, that’s perfect.”
I spent my entire childhood, honing my drawing and painting skills. By my senior year of high school I spent at least three hours a day in the art room.
I spent my twenties studying theology.
My thirties have been all about marriage and family–causing an identity crisis in regards vocation.
But it seems like I have finally found something that I can do while being the wife and mother I want to be.
Reconciling vocational calling with a new parenting roll can be challenging. Has it been a challenge for you? What has helped you through the transition?
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