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The Struggle To Have It All Together

Some people look at me and think I have it all together. I know this because a few have told me so šŸ˜‰ But you know what? I donā€™t. I really truly donā€™t. Nobody does. I mean sure, there are some things I stay on top of and excel in...I love my family more than life. I typically look put together and not like a bridge guarding troll. I drink more than my recommended amount of water most days. My closet ...clothes, shoes, jewelry... are very well organized and cared for. I am a silver lining finder and am optimistic to a fault. Empathy and positivity are strengths of mine. Those are all areas I do have it together...most days.


But...I have fears and weaknesses too. And sometimes I allow them to get the best of me. Sometimes doubt, comparison, shame kick in. Sometimes I struggle with believing that people genuinely love me and want to be my friend. Iā€™ve told myself

ā€œItā€™s just a pity inviteā€ ā€œNobody would notice if you werenā€™t thereā€ ā€œIā€™m the expendable friendā€ ā€œYou really donā€™t belong hereā€


Sometimes I struggle with believing Iā€™m doing or being enough for my family because I hate to cook (and usually donā€™t), we homeschool (and prob not the way some would like), my kids arenā€™t in many extracurriculars...or actually none currently (mom shaming anyone??)...the list goes on.


Sometimes I struggle with thinking I always have to put up the appearance that I do have it all together and everything is fine and dandy when maybe it is or maybe...it actually isnā€™t.


Sometimes I worry about not being quite as good at things as people think I am.


Whyyyy though?? Why would I think such awful things?? Because Iā€™m not perfect. I donā€™t have it all together. Because Satan fights me the same as he does you ... with lies. Lies straight from hell. He takes whatā€™s most important to us and works to make us doubt... doubt that weā€™re loved, doubt our worth, doubt our contribution, doubt our purpose.


But God. He is the giver of life. He tells us we are loved. We are His. He tells me I am His friend ... the bff 4 ever kind šŸ‘ŠšŸ¼ He tells me I AM enough because His grace is sufficient and itā€™s through my weakness that His power is made perfect. He tells me whether Iā€™m killing it today or screwing up royally that His mercies are new every morning. He has given and blessed me so abundantly! Iā€™m not getting life just right every day, but I do know who I belong to. I do know what He says about me. I do know that He knows the intimate details of my heart and loves me just the same.


I hope you know too šŸ’—


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