Just Me

She raised six children. She raised a garden. She baked bread. She homeschooled her brood. She kept chickens and horses and goats and, and, and… 

A momming Wonder Woman, she totally intimidated me.

I barely put dinner on the table most nights. I yelled at my two children. My yard gasped and died amidst the weeds I neglected to pull. I struggled through each day. 

A momming failure, I kept drowning in a sea of my own unmet expectations.

“God,” I cried out from my position flat on my face, deep under water. “I can’t be like her. I can’t be her, I’m just me!”

I felt myself being lifted up, felt my soul being saved by the life giving words of God’s truth.  

“I didn’t call you to be her. I don’t WANT you to be her. I want you to be Andrea. I created you unique with unique talents and thought and passions. I love you as YOU.” I took a full breath of air for the first time in ages and the truth sank deep into my marrow. 

Psalm 139:13-15 says “You created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; you works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.”

That day I learned the powerful truth that I didn’t need to be someone else. I didn’t have to fit some mold of a “perfect woman” (whoever that is…) Admire them, yes. Learn from them, absolutely. But be exactly like them? No way. 

Who is your “Her”? Who do you look at and think “I’ll never be able to be everything she is,” or “she is so much better than me at ______, I will never be able to measure up.”

Friends, God created each one of you unique. He gave you talents and thoughts and passions meant for you to use as YOU. He knit you together into the special creation you’ve become. And I’m so grateful He did.