Y’all. I can’t. The love for this sketch just overwhelms my heart.
You wish you could be this cool. I wish I were that cool.
The all together girls don’t get nostalgic for time periods that never existed. They don’t miss people or things they can’t have. They don’t get bothered by being defriended on social media. They vacuum and wash their dishes daily. Their hair is washed and styled. They wear make up though they don’t really need it. They wake up early to exercise and do their Bible studies before the butt crack of dawn. And they don’t say things like “the butt crack of dawn.” They’re funny and charming; but classier and more likable in their humor. They don’t promise their kids the most popular toys since the stinkin’ Furby that is NEVER in stock. They also don’t give their kids candy after they’ve brushed their teeth, four minutes before bed. They probably don’t let their kids drink soda, either. They definitely don’t make fun of ugly babies or their ugly parents. (Everybody ain’t pretty y’all.)
Maybe they’re just trying to make it in this life as hard as you are. Maybe they are trying to attain perfection in an imperfect world.. to get a piece of heaven here and now. Maybe we all just need to, want to, yearn to, stop the madness of competition and comparison. None of us have it all together.
And that’s more than okay: we weren’t made to have it or be it “all.”
Except Greg and Ariana. They’re the total package.
***********I started this post a few months ago. And its message is relevant to me today still. I want it all and can’t have it all. I think the lesson here is to learn contentment while still preparing for that proverbial harvest. It’s loving what you have more than you lament what you don’t. It’s being transparent when your heart seems to be broken in a million pieces around you and carrion birds are circling over head waiting to devour. It’s knowing that even though you don’t feel okay it will be okay. Even though you feel like a mess: *you* aren’t a mess. Maybe you’re beautiful just the way you are. Maybe you are perfect just the way you were made. Maybe it’s okay to be you. Maybe I say maybe when I mean to say this: you are perfect just the way you are. Beloved, there is no flaw in you.(Song of Solomon 4:7) Were there cracks and mars and dents inflicted on you by yourself or others? Absolutely. But in you, who you are, how you were designed, who you were created to be; there is no flaw. That’s how I believe God sees us through Jesus. There is no flaw in you. Rest in that. God sees you through eyes of love. There is no flaw in you. I keep typing it because I have to repeat it to myself. There is nothing fundamentally wrong with you: there is no flaw in you. This is not all to say that we don’t have a sin nature that needs to be surrendered and sins of which we need to repent.. But you.. You as a person? No flaw. You as God sees you through Jesus? No flaw.***************