I’ve been pondering the idea of what we look like vs. what we truly are. Truth be told, it’s a topic that’s been on my mind lately…
Do we project an image of we wish we were? Maybe it’s not because we’re trying to fool everyone else; maybe if we act as if we’re confident, secure, etc., we think we’ll eventually get there.
And then there’s the fact that it’s not always wise to show everything to everyone, all the time… There’s nothing false there, just holding back a little. We’re having an awful day, but we don’t need to rain on everyone else’s parade. Does that make us appear more together than we really are?
There’s faith, too, which says, my circumstances are really bad right now, but Christ gives me joy and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that things will work out okay. I don’t know how, but I know God will take care of it all.
I read an article about the pictures and status updates people post on Facebook, and apparently some moms’ approach is like that of the obnoxious Christmas letter: they paint a perfect picture of life at home, when the reality is far from that. Sometimes it’s an intentional thing.
Where am I in all of this? I find myself a mom who struggles, sometimes hour-by-hour, who feels grossly inadequate (but I’m who God picked for this job, remember from Sunday?), and who has faith that God will make it all work out. If I keep in mind who I am – a child of God – the meaningless becomes meaningful; the struggle has purpose.
This was from my Bible reading this morning:
Dear brothers and sisters, whenever trouble comes your way, let it be an opportunity for joy. For when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. So let it grow, for when your endurance is fully developed, you will be strong in character and ready for anything. James 1:2-4
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