I crave order, and I do a good job of looking like I have it. “I don’t know how you do it,” is a phrase I hear a lot, or “How do you get so much done?” And the answer is…by the skin of my freakin’ teeth. Most days I feel like my head is just barely above water enough that I can catch a breath or two, and if I stopped paddling for even one second, I’d sink for good. The ugly reality, as my family could tell you, is that I have a hot temper, my house is usually only clean when company is coming, I’m terribly inconsistent in disciplining my children (how I wish God could fix that it me!), my “quiet times” are equally inconsistent…basically, on the inside, I look like a real mess.
So why am I announcing this on my blog? First, because God has been convicting me lately to be more transparent about my own struggles and not feel compelled to put on a “show” of perfection. And secondly, because maybe someone out there has been feeling a little unraveled around the edges. Just wanted you to know you’re not the only one barely holding it together. Get out the Haagen Dasz and sit next to me, my friend!
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