It’s more than just making dinner.
It’s that feeling when it’s 4:00 and I realize I still haven’t planned out our meal…again.
It’s more than just needing to lose 10 pounds.
It’s that feeling when I put another cookie in my mouth even though I know I will feel bad after.
It’s more than just opening Facebook.
It’s that feeling of comparison popping up even though I’m trying not to compare my life with hers.
Life is tricky, my friends, and unfortunately I am surrounded by people who are trying to convince me that it’s not.
And what does having it all together even really mean?
I mean. Does it mean you are happy all the time?
Content with everything you have?
Confident in your friendships?
Satisfied with your weight, your looks and your accomplishments?
Does it mean you don’t even have to try?
Because me? I have to try. Hard.
Some days I am feeling pretty good about everything.
About my life. My family. My friends. My things.
And then there are all the other days. The days I’m feeling like I am the worst mom ever.
And I have to think it’s not just me.
I am not alone in my thoughts. Because the bottom line is, we are all exactly the same.
Sure. We have different personalities, different likes and dislikes, different worlds.
But we were created the same.
We were created to be dependent in a world that is screaming at us to be independent.
I was created to be dependent on God. And so were you, bro.
Whenever I start thinking that I am Good enough. Strong enough. Smart enough…I start to get prideful.
And pride is the root issue of just about everything.
My feelings of accomplishments…as if I had anything at all to do with the mind I was given.
My feelings of success…as if I had anything at all to do with the resources I was given.
And that is when I have to just stop.