Music speaks to me in a way that really nothing else does. My involvement in various music groups throughout my life has been a tremendous blessing to me. There is something about hearing words set to music that gives them more meaning to me than if I were to simply read them. I’ve been listening to the latest Casting Crowns album a lot lately. So many songs on it really speak to me. So, I’ve decided to blog about several of them.
“House of Their Dreams”
A corner office was his dream
More like a prison now it seems
Somewhere on the corporate climb
He left his warrior behind
Now he’s just a worker at a daily grind
Steals his years and numbs his mind
His strength is fading, his dreams are blind
This is not the life he had in mind
She lies awake cause he’s up all night
Staring at a screen that tells him lies
That the grass is greener on the other side
So she’s at the gym fighting off the years
To be young again and calm her fears
That she’ll never be enough for him
Just as a young man catches her eye
Now they’re trapped in their own worlds, in their own wars
With their cell phones and the closed doors
It’s funny how quiet and peaceful that it seems
But they’re all alone together
In the house of their dreams
Little sister, she’s a sixteen-year-old princess
Lost somewhere between the swing set
And her brand new crush’s chariot awaits
And big brother’s room’s glowing with trophies that shout his name
But he’d trade all his high school fame
For some backyard catch with his hero again
So now they’re all dressed up in Sunday best
Sit up straight just like the rest
And they sing the songs of peace and rest that Jesus freely gives
And then their kids look up as daddy stands
And he takes his bride with trembling hands
Brother kneels at his father’s side as princess looks in the mother’s eyes
Their tears tear down the walls as daddy prays
Were trapped in our own worlds and our own wars
With our cell phones and our closed doors
God, only You can save our family
And on this Rock, we’ll build
On this Rock, we’ll build
The house of our dreams
Wow. How true is this?
Bottom line – your job will never be as important as the people in your life. Your family. Your friends. Your church.
I’m not saying jobs are bad. Obviously, jobs are important. It’s when we place them above all else that they become a problem. Think about this: If you die, your company will quickly replace you. They won’t shut down. They probably won’t even close for a day, or lose any money whatsoever. But what will happen to your family if you die? Will your spouse simply hold interviews and have a replacement within a week or a month? Will your children just find a new parent somewhere? Will your parents just be glad that they (hopefully) have other children to focus on? Nope. Nope. And, nope. It will take your family a very long time to find a new life without you. They will forever be changed without you.
Don’t rob your family of spending time with you. Don’t give your very best to an organization that will replace you before your funeral is even over. Don’t spend 12 or more hours a day working. Don’t go to work on the weekends. Don’t sit in front of your computer at home, and work more after you’ve put in a long day in the office.
Play with your kids. Be their coach in little league. Teach them to cook. Read the Bible with them. Laugh with them.
Take your spouse on dates. Cook dinner together. Wash the dishes together. Watch TV together. Talk to each other.
I can hear some of you now…
“My job is demanding.”
“I’ll get fired if I don’t produce results.”
“Tons of people are in line for my job.”
So what. Get a new job. Downsize if you have to. Live a simpler life if you have to. Our society produces a whole lot of failed marriages, and I believe this is one of the main reasons. As a general rule, we do not put forth the effort it takes to keep our families together. We should be putting AT LEAST as much effort into maintaining healthy relationships with our families as we put into our jobs.
It’s often said in the military community that military spouses accept that the job comes first. Well, not at my house. That doesn’t mean that my husband doesn’t do a good job. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t go TDY, or that he doesn’t deploy. It just means that if he has a choice in the matter, he chooses his family. His time in the military is running short, and he realizes that he is replaceable. The Air Force will not cease to exist when he retires, and it certainly will not shut down at 5:00PM when he goes home. I’m so thankful for him, and his commitment to our family. Even when he has to be away, I always know that his heart is with us.
If this post offends you, then I’m probably talking to you. Just think about it.