Because everybody knows that not having it all together is being a failure, right? Christians, true, God-Honoring Christians NEVER fail to have it all together, whatever ‘it’ is. Can I get an Amen? Not from here, I can’t.
I don’t have it all together. I don’t pretend to have it all together. If you read this blog and come to the conclusion that I either have it all together, I think I do, or I want you to think I do, then there is a vast disconnect between what I think I am writing and what you think you are reading.
I have tried to make a point of making it quite clear from time to time that what you read here is a slice of my life, not the whole thing, and I am quite sure I have said more than once I do not have it all together.
It’s true I do not dwell on all the ways I don’t have it all together because I blog primarily for my therapeutic purposes, and that doesn’t include a lot of public navel gazing, soul baring, sackcloth and ashes style lamentation because that’s not me, and it’s not therapeutic for me, either.
What is therapeutic for me? Lots of things. Writing. Making hard things sound funnier than they really are. K-dramas. Old books. Recipes. Trying to learn other languages. Encouraging others to do better than me. Being physically warm, which is harder than it sounds these days, let spring come soon, please, no, sooner than that. Eating. Smelling roses. Massaging the FYG’s leg. Sharing my son’s sense of humour with the world. Laughing at and with my grandbabies. Politics, oddly enough. Sharing the small successes from when I have had something together. Vintage illustrations of housewives, mothers, and children. Saving money. Writing about all the things that are therapeutic for me.
If you also do not have it all together, than you might be encouraged by reading this blogpost by somebody else who doesn’t have it all together, although he uses some crude words to explain himself.