Less Than Perfect
When I was younger and I thought about my future, I had big dreams! When I thought about being a mom, I just knew I would be the most patient, most fun, most adventurous mom ever! I would play with my kids all day, make extravagant meals for them, keep a spotless house and would never lose my cool with them.
I thought I would be successful. I thought I would have written my first novel by the time I was in my twenties. I thought I would have a great job, and would never have to stress over money.
I thought that when I got married, life would be perfect. Easy. I thought I would be the perfect loving wife, who always shows her affection for her husband. I would have home cooked dinner on the table every night. I thought I would balance all the pieces of my life perfectly.
Yeah, I know. Take a minute to laugh.
It’s easy to see that these are unrealistic dreams from the outside, so why do we hold ourselves to an impossible standard?
My life is much less than perfect. But you know what? That’s okay. God knew I would be the mom who’s always running late, kids are a wild sight and myself a wild mess. He knew I would struggle to get out of bed some days, just scraping by to make it to bedtime. He knew that some nights more than others dinner would be served late, if home cooked at all.
He knew I would be a stay-at-home homeschooling mom. He knew we would live frugally. He knew I would fight with my husband, and that we would be on the verge of divorce once, or twice.
I didn’t know, but He did.
He loves me. He created me, just the way I am. He knew I would be passionate, crazy, fun and creative. Nothing surprises God. He chose me for this life, for my kids, for my husband. That was no accident.
He chose you too. He knew exactly where you would be in life. Who you’d be married to, whose mama you’d be. He knew what job you would have and even the people you’d meet.
You are exactly the right person for this job. Sometimes our expectations of ourselves just aren’t who we are supposed to be. All the little ways we “fall short” might be tools for turning us into the masterpiece God always planned.
Lord, thank you for creating me fearfully and wonderfully. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of my loved one’s lives. Father, help me to live for you and to work towards becoming the masterpiece you intend me to be. Amen.