If we were having coffee…
I would share with you something that the leader of our church’s mom group said a few months ago. It’s a group where we read books, share our hearts, cry, laugh, and praise Jesus. All while the kiddos run crazy downstairs with some sitters (bless them!).
She said this, “It’s like the struggle for men is lust and for women is comparison.”
For men is lust. And for women is comparison.
Oh, the truth in that statement, my friends. Pure truth. And, oh how silly and foolish I was for not thinking much on it when she said it. Until now. Because it’s summer time, which means swimsuit season. Right, ladies?
I have suddenly become more aware of my body’s imperfections. Stretch marks from carrying, birthing, and breastfeeding, acne scars, oily hair I can never grow long, uneven eyebrows from a scar going through one of them, and weren’t my teeth whiter and arms more tone?
But the most dangerous part is that criticizing those physical assets opens the door for more comparison in other parts of my life and vise versa. Things like, womanhood, motherhood, wifehood, my identity, my impact, my vision. Those thoughts can lead to questions and untrue declarations like, “Wow, I’m a bad spouse. He/she deserves better,” “My friend is such a better mom than I am,” or, “How can God possibly love me? He doesn’t really want me,” and so on and so forth.
I constantly have to remind myself of who I am because of Jesus. It can get so easily lost in the day-to-day distractions, influences, and fluff. Like holding onto a kite on a windy day. But once you know it, it’s more like sipping a cup of tea hearing the wind howl and knowing that you are safe. My favorite way to remember it is pretty simple and I really want to share it with you. You ready? Here it is.
“I am a child of God.” I know it’s weird saying it at first, even in your head. It’s not something we usually do. But we can do it! Let’s say in our heads, ready? “I am a child of God.” Cool! You’ve almost got it mastered! Now, let’s say it out loud. Don’t make it weird. You can even whisper it if you want. Ready? Here we go. “I am a child of God.”
Being a child of God means you are loved, accepted, and pursued just the way you are. Just the way you are. Stretch marks, hot temper, pizza for dinner every night, and all. No need for comparison just like Galatians 6:4-6 tells us. Just straight up unconditional love. And a nifty little handbook in Ephesians 4:17-32 (Thanks Paul!). Now take that little phrase we just used and shout it from the rooftops! Oh, sorry. Too bold? Did I go too far? Baby steps. Okay, maybe just sing it in the shower. Just make sure you don’t wake the kiddos if they’re sleeping! #truestory