You Rock My World

The Urban Dictionary defines the phrase “you rock my world” as follows: when someone/something makes life so much better. I’m not exactly sure when this phrase popped up into the vocabulary of chicks and dudes around the world, but I’m pretty sure I started encountering it in movies from the 90s and early 2000s. It was the new and cool way of saying, “I like you” or even “I love you.” I have always considered this phrase very cheesy and unsentimental. It can also be referenced to material things, like “that chocolate cake totally rocked my world!” It is shallow and unfeeling even when said with feeling.

Lately I feel that life is chasing me, and I am trying to run and stay ahead of it. I’m consistently afraid that it is going to catch up with me and completely run me over, leaving me in the dust. Ever since my daughter was born, I feel like I can’t keep up with all that I need or would like to get done. Every day my to-do list gets longer, and I get more and more tired. Corra has been changing so quickly, and trying to keep up is a whirlwind. This is where the phrase, “you rock my world” morphs into something much deeper.

Being a mom has forever changed me. I will never not be a mom again. My precious daughter has turned my world upside down. Nothing is as it was before. All of our close friends said that becoming parents would completely change our lives. They were more than right. It is by far the hardest job in the world, and there is NOTHING you can do to really prepare ahead of time. My daughter has completely “ROCKED MY WORLD.” She has shaken up my life until it no longer resembles the life I had before she was born.

A mom-friend and I were chatting the other day about the craziness of motherhood. We both agreed that becoming a mother is God’s way of showing us how much we need to become selfless. I have also heard this about marriage, but in marriage our spouse can help us, support us, and work with us as wives. They can give of themselves to us much more than a baby or toddler can give to us. There is often little or no return for our efforts until our children are older. I have realized more since having a baby how very selfish I am. For the last 25 years, I have lived for and taken care of me, myself, and I. This little being God trusted me with demands all my time, energy, and attention. I have learned in a very short amount of time that my life is not my own any longer. The funny thing is that it never was in the first place.

I believe God uses children to bring us even closer to Him. I have never had to rely on God more in my life. I do not always know what to do for my daughter. I don’t always FEEL like taking care of her after a night of disrupted sleep. I don’t always FEEL like holding her and playing with her when I have already done it several times over the past 10 hours. But I do anyways because I love her and she totally rocks my world! She makes my life richer, deeper in so many ways. Little does she know how much she has done for me already. I thank God for my sweet bundle of joy, spit-up, and poop.

Another person who totally rocks my world is my husband, Josh. When I met him, his quiet strength was mysterious and felt very comforting. After we married, his love shattered all my predetermined notions about love, marriage, and commitment. He has loved me like Jesus loves, with all the grace and affection that I ever hoped for in a marriage. His love has brought me to a better understanding of God’s love and grace. Josh does not always love me perfectly, and he is quick to admit it. Nevertheless, I don’t think I can thank God enough for giving me my handsomely bearded husband.

Then there is the Rock of my world, the Foundation of my life that will never crumble–Jesus Christ. I still don’t fully understand all that God has done for me through His Son. Our sinful, depraved minds cannot fully fathom what it means to be loved by the Father. I don’t think we will fully understand until we see Him in glory. I do not always lean on my Rock as I should. Thankfully motherhood is causing me to do this. I think Jim Gaffigan is a hilarious and witty comedian, but he said something very profound the other day about having lots of kids.

Comedian Jim Gaffigan has 5 children; here’s how he answers the “Why so many?!” question:

“Well, why not? I guess the reasons against having more children always seem uninspiring and superficial. What exactly am I missing out on? Money? A few more hours of sleep? A more peaceful meal? More hair? These are nothing compared to what I get from these five monsters who rule my life. I believe each of my five children has made me a better man. So I figure I only need another thirty-four kids to be a pretty decent guy.”

Well, I’m not so keen on thirty-four, but I do hope to have a “quiver full” (Psalm 127:4-5). However many God grants us is and will be a blessing. I feel so blessed just to have Corra in my life.

The Rock of my salvation has rocked my world through marriage and motherhood, and I certainly hope he continues to do so in all areas of my life.

Keeping my eyes wide open until next time…