A few years later another friend said, “You always seems to
have it all together.”
I don't have anything together.
In my life I have 3 constants:
My God.
My Husband.
My Family (OK, so husband and family kinda fall in the same category,
but then I would only have 2 constants…you see I've got nothing!)
“You seem to have everything together.”
In my Shakespeare classes of old, one of the major themes
was appearance versus reality.
I appear to have it all together.
The reality, however, is so far from that appearance.
The reality, however, is so far from that appearance.
And that breaks me.
Because the truth is…I like appearing a certain way.
I'm really good at pretending.
How could anyone trust anything I say or do if they really
knew the mess that I am?
How can God use me if people figure out the truth of who I
am?
I broke a cup yesterday.
A sweet little espresso cup that I had bought in Little Italy
the year before I got married. If you have ever visited our home, we mostly likely have
served you Cuban coffee in these little cups.
The crack was barely visible.
It seemed to be together, but the reality was it was broken.
I don't have it all together.
I may have portrayed that before, because of my own pride and fears, but I am that cup.
I may have portrayed that before, because of my own pride and fears, but I am that cup.
I am nothing, but
broken and messed up.
My life is a crazy jumbled mess that seems to be pieced
together, but if you look closely, it’s broken.
If I were to let you in for real, you wouldn't see a woman
who has it all together.
You'd see a woman who still looks at herself like that
same little girl
who is afraid of everything.
who is afraid of everything.
You'd see a woman who can't keep
up with laundry to save her life.
You'd see a woman who
wants so many things, but is so afraid of failing
that she just sets it all aside.
that she just sets it all aside.
You'd see a woman who wants to adopt or do something big for God,
but she is terrified of all the “what if’s,”
so she doesn't move.
but she is terrified of all the “what if’s,”
so she doesn't move.
You'd see a woman who
yells at her kids more than she would like to admit.
You'd see a woman who
sometimes criticizes her husband, who gets annoyed by her children,
who would many times rather escape than be present and who desires recognition despite herself.
who would many times rather escape than be present and who desires recognition despite herself.
You'd see a woman
who in the last week hasn't picked up her bible once.
But…GOD.
He has begun to mend the broken pieces.
He can use my broken
pieces.
He can make a totally new creation out of my mess.
Seem is irrelevant.
Seem isn't reality.
The reality is that none of us have it all together.
NONE of us.
The reality is that this life is a mess.
It’s hard.
It’s brutal.
It’s scary and trying and tiring and crazy.
The only real in our life is God.
He is the only one that is true and faithful and good.
It is because of who He is, that I will give over all of my brokenness to Jesus and daily choose to say Yes to what He calls me to.
What seems to be simply isn't enough anymore.
What seems to be simply isn't enough anymore.
Beloved, is your life as crazy as mine? Are you a broken
cup, pretending to be perfect? Give your broken mess to Jesus. Let Him make
your crazy life beautiful.
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9 comments:
I love, love, love this because it's so true and I think we can all relate! (And I also think it might be a sign that we should plan a NY trip so we can try to replace that cracked cup....just saying!)
YES! I'm in!! :) Love you friend! Thanks for commenting!
Wonderful post! I am so loving Rhinestone Jesus! We can all relate as we each have our own messes - some we ourselves created & some not of our doing. May I always come before Him & hand Him each & every mess. So grateful He brings beauty from ashes. Blessings!!
I'm a broken cup. I too, here the "you've got it all together" comment a lot. I don't claim it. I am a cracked cup. Well, maybe a shattered cup! ;) Thank for these words. They blessed me immensely this morning.
Andrea, A great post. I'm a mess too. I've also learned that keeping up appearances is exhausting. I don't know if I would have ever willingly exposed my mess, but God allowed a few of them to be public. At the time is was awful, but I can honestly say going through His refining fire has blessed us. So glad to have you on the 5MfF team. I would love to have you join the Blessing Counters Linkup at CMB. :-)
Thank you ladies for commenting! its so wonderful that we are not alone in our mess!
Wow. I can so relate. I lived a decade plus just like you described at the beginning... Now I live a much different life due to medical issues caused partly to running, keeping the mask on. My prayer for anyone reading this...take a breath, be honest, lay pride, fear,or anything between you and God. You will be glad that you did
Wow. I can so relate. I lived a decade plus just like you described at the beginning... Now I live a much different life due to medical issues caused partly to running, keeping the mask on. My prayer for anyone reading this...take a breath, be honest, lay pride, fear,or anything between you and God. You will be glad that you did
Wow. I can so relate. I lived a decade plus just like you described at the beginning... Now I live a much different life due to medical issues caused partly to running, keeping the mask on. My prayer for anyone reading this...take a breath, be honest, lay pride, fear,or anything between you and God. You will be glad that you did
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