So many things have been stirring in my heart over the past weeks. So, I go about all these things I do. Loving my kids (and I wish I was better at that all the time), loving my husband (again, so not perfectly), cleaning my house, buying groceries, cooking food, a little sleep, a little media (a little less recently - working on that) and that seems like a day. And all these stirrings get pushed to another time and place. Meanwhile, souls are hurting; dreams are dying; children are growing up (way too fast!). And in the quiet of the evenings and those little in between moments in my day I'm left wondering, "what is all this about?" All these things I do? And all these things I do not? Stirrings.
In the middle of this I feel beaten down. My self esteem is hit to the core. I feel unimportant and unattractive, and misunderstood. And I don't write this so the compliments can be heaped on. I'm ok. I recognize the work of the enemy. I write this because I know I'm not alone. This enemy is not just after me. He's after you. He's after the woman that in your mind is perfect. He's after the woman that you know is imperfect. He wants us all. Why do we keep buying it?
So many times recently I've heard women list their accomplishments only to downplay them in the next breathe. I get it. I've done it. But here's the thing - maybe you really are Super Mom, or Super Wife, or Super Woman. Not perfect anybody, but Super. I know you yelled at your kids, and you were short with your husband, and you didn't clean your bathrooms. I'm there far too many days also (and let's work on that together), but if you woke up, and you loved (not perfectly, but intentionally), and you lived I think you were pretty super. Let's do it again tomorrow and work on those areas that need it, but allow grace to cover it all.
And maybe most importantly, let's be real. With the beauty and with the pain. Let's list our accomplishments with pride and share our failures with integrity. We are not perfect, but if we are trying at all I believe we are being perfected. Let's reach out. I might not know that there is pain behind your eyes, or fear hidden behind your words, but really the only thing that is stopping me from finding out is my own fear and my own pride. So I'm being stirred. To seek, to find. Please join me.