Her name was Jane. Everything about Jane was beautiful; from the way that her hair blew gently in the breeze, to the attentiveness with which she served her husband. Never to mention the 100 flapjacks that she baked for church refreshments or the 75m of bunting that she'd sewn for a party. Jane seemed to have it all. Beauty, creative talent and she was a mean cook. She seemed able to do anything and everything at the drop of a hat. Everyone wanted to be like her.
Everyone except Jane.
What they didn't see was the screaming tantrum that her children had thrown just minutes before she walked through the front door to get in the car for church. They didn't see the tears she cried as her husband had yet again left his clothes beside the bed for what seemed like the thousandth time. She definitely felt like she didn't have it together and definitely felt like she didn't have it all.
Observations, views and judgements are funny things aren't they? So often I feel like I want to do everything possible to be this particular woman that the world says I should be. So often, people have no idea of what's fraying underneath the edges of my life because I want them to see the perfect life that I live. We want people to think we've got it all together. We want people to think that we've got it sorted, thank you very much.
Why? Because the sin of pride grows deeply within us. We want people to think we're fine because we want people to stop, look and stare and say "WOW, isn't she great?!" Ladies and Gents, the truth is, our lives shouldn't be a reflection of how great we are, but how great He is. Not "look at her with all of her beauty and talents", but "look at the talents that God has given this lady and how beautifully she uses them." Our lives should daily reflect Jesus and daily reflect his grace.
Next time I see Jane, or I'm tempted to think of myself as her, I need to remind myself that I'm frayed underneath the edges and covered by God's grace. I don't have to do anything and I don't have to do everything to be made worthy. That price has already been paid for on the cross.
Thank you Jesus.
-Gemma, Deepest Treasure Blog