I think that’s what we’re calling it these days. Presenting your life in such a way that would make others believe it to be PERFECT. Your kids – perfect. Your body – perfect. Your handsome husband and your well-kept house and your pearly white teeth all lined up in your perfectly pouty mouth.
Look at these perfect shoes. AND I totally helped someone in a third world country. Be impressed.
I totally get it. Totally.
Why on Earth would I want to show you my dirt?! And why would I want to see your dirt?!? Where’s the inspiration in that?
Except that I do. I DO want to see your struggle – the RAW, the REAL. Not because I want for you to be struggling….but because I don’t want to feel alone. Life is hard and as the years pass by, it keeps getting harder. Layer upon layer, the dirt builds…and my resolve to filter it out seems to dwindle.
Here’s some real life. Yesterday, upon hearing that worship team had been cancelled….
That’s MY real.
Now I didn’t get to indulge in the way I wanted to (I honestly couldn’t find a good movie), but by Thursday, in what seems like EVERY WEEK lately, I am DONE.
And maybe you are too. And maybe you’re struggling. And maybe you let your kids watch the same movie 3 times yesterday. And maybe you ate something you shouldn’t have. And maybe your leg hair is out-of-this-world long and maybe you stay in the shower until the water gets cold so you don’t have to help your husband fold the laundry.
And maybe the sum of all of your dirt equals one perfectly IMperfect life.
I think I wanna be your friend.
With that, I leave you to ponder one question:
Why do we feel the need to be perfect and to present that perfect to the world??
(happy weekend, my imperfect friends!)