A Skewed View
Heck, I
don’t think she’d even deign to visit our apartment. The brick building’s
nothing special to look at—there’s much more consideration for form and solid
fall-out structure than any attempt at an architectural masterpiece. I’m fairly
certain there’s not a straight line in the place. Yes, that includes
doorframes, windows, cupboards, counters, and the hardwood floors.
I was horrified when the parents of one of
the boys I nannied for came over to bring us a care package after Kevin’s foot
surgery in January 2006. The father is a builder and safety inspector, and the
mother is all about Martha Stewart when it comes to decorating, colors, and
cleanliness. Thankfully, neither of them said anything about our humble,
jumbled abode, at least not while still within earshot of us.
When I
Slip, You Slip, We Slip
Before Kevin and I had
dining room furniture, we had a couple office chairs on wheels. The first time
mom came over for a meal with my sister Theresa, she offered to sit on one of
the office chairs. When she finished eating and picked up her feet, she slid
all the way across the room. As she slipped away, she began singing Broadway
show tunes. I couldn’t help but laugh (mostly because she was sliding across
the room, singing show tunes at the dinner table isn't actually all that
unusual for my mom, sisters, and me).
One night years ago, I was having trouble
sleeping, so I went into the office to write for a bit on my desktop computer.
I was sitting at the desk in a chair with wheels on it and in a
still-sleepy-stupor made the mistake of folding my legs in the chair. The moment
my feet left the floor, I slid to the center of the room. This surprised me
considerably and woke me up completely.
He Loves Me
for Me!
This past week, I’ve been
giving into the temptation to compare myself to others, and it’s gotten me
discouraged. I was grateful to come across Kate Wicker’s post “A Cure for
Comparing: Seeing with God’s Eyes.” I also found it extremely ironic that
last night is when I received the e-mail from Tiber River saying my review of Becoming
the Woman God Made You to Be had been approved. I made myself reread the book review before
posting on my blog, knowing that I needed/need the reminders of God’s love and
His perfect timing, and that He loves me whether or not I’m a good cook,
exceptional housekeeper, or wear cute clothing and fun jewelry.
Lord,
help me become the woman You have made and know I can be. Teach me to be
content with who I am because I have been made in Your image, have Your
unconditional love, and limitless mercy to help me grow in holiness, and
fulfill Your purpose and will for my life. Amen.
