Broken sat on the floor typing. Empty wine glass beside her,
dishes in the sink, left over junk food from the football game fed her for
dinner, kids eating sugar and up too late, only exercised for half an hour
today. Broken had missed her meeting and she is balancing that guilt with the
guilt of not having an evening at home with her family in two weeks and so
tonight, her worth is being weighed. Broken’s daughter, Intense, doesn't
understand why broken is so tense and moody. This makes Intense wonder what she
has done wrong.
Broken is weighed by her reality is tonight. Yesterday she
carefully planned her week. Careful goal setting down to the minute. Right now,
the 7:00-8:30 pm slot was supposed to go to the board meeting. Sick husband and
kiddos superseded it. But the 3:30-4:00 running time went to drinking coffee
and holding the boy in her lap. Broken wonders why she only feels worthy when
she is living a regimented and scheduled life that involves eating Kale,
working out for an hour a day, and marking everything off her to-do list. Why
doesn't she feel worth when she is holding her son or choosing family over
work?
She realizes she self-fulfills. She calls herself broken. She doesn't like it. She refuses
to capitalize it. What else should she expect, though? When you call yourself
broken, you live up to that expectation. But……….what if she called herself……..
Blessed? Dare she? Would she be judged? Would they say she is righteous and
still pretend perfect? Would they say she is egotistical? Would it matter?
I call myself broken and I should not. I close my eyes and
breathe. I remember my small voice and listen to it. It tells me to turn toward
God. Song of Songs sings out “You are altogether beautiful, my darling, there
is no flaw in you.” He who creates does not call me “broken” He calls me
Beloved, Beautiful, His, Daughter. How dare I think I know better than He?
Audacity courses through me. I dare to think I know myself better then He who
created me? He, who knows every hair on my head. He, who has plans for me.
If I change the broken to Bless, I change the question of my
worthiness. I WANT Blessed. I capitalize it. Blessed means I let life unfold
naturally. I do not fight the losing battle of trying to make life happen my
way. I understand I cannot control everything. I let go of perfection. I let go
of failure, anxiety, the size of my thighs. It means I accept Messy Monday. I
accepted the imperfection that accompanies the start of the week. The things I cannot
plan for. Strep throat, 5 hours of sleep, late night trips to the store for
medicine, surprise company that smelled the stench of unwashed dishes. I accept
it as part of life. Life that is Blessed. If I can glory in the imperfection,
then I can fully love Him. I can fully love Him because I can fully appreciate
every nuance of life. The perceived
broken and the Blessed.
Don’t you see? Oh, what a wonderful gift this is to receive!
The knowledge that worth is not from accomplished to-do lists, long work outs
with hundreds of burned calories, clean homes, Pinterest worthy dinners. I
release the frustration of an imperfect evening and when I do I feel empowered.
Every day I am faced with the question “What will I let go of today?” I am not
a task master. I am a woman. A woman who loves her Lord and her family. I want
to be known for living, true living moment to moment. I want to know my worth
is constant in good times and bad. Contradictory
to my thoughts- my worth does not ebb and flow. My worth is always. ALWAYS!
FOREVER! Oh, ladies it is always.
No longer broken and without worth. But always Blessed and
worthy. In fact, I am not the only Blessed. We are all the Blessed. Ladies, I take
away your broken. I take it and present you Blessed. You are Blessed. When you
doubt the Blessed you must remember Song of Songs 4:7. “You are altogether
beautiful, my darling, there is no flaw in you.”
Sing it, talk it, breathe it in you. Do you feel it filling
in the dark crevasses? The warmth of His grace. It only stops when we refuse
it. There is power in this realization. We
stop our worth, we question our
worth, not Him. Why would we dare stop it? Why not accept it, bathe in it, and
share it. Worthy are you, His daughter who creates His daughters. You, who
grows and cultivates strong girls whether they are from you or from another. Girls
who will learn their worth from first watching you before she knows to turn to
Him. We must show her first. We must show her how.
Blessed readjusts.
Breathes in her worth and calls out to Intense “What did you let go of today?”
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