I look in the mirror.
The eyes ~ they’re too big at times, too squinty at others.
The mouth? The pencil-thin lines cause a cringe.
Oh, and those thighs? Girl, I was ready to get a new pair, like yesterday. What was God thinking?
I hate the refection in the mirror. I hate me.
And so I stamp myself “not good enough”.
Thighs ~ NOT GOOD ENOUGH
Smile ~ NOT GOOD ENOUGH
Eyes ~ NOT GOOD ENOUGH
And the list goes on.
Life plods along, a daily battle of me vs. me.
And mothering? A whole heap of “I’m not good enough!” jumps on the pile. Crumbs, spilt milk, kids’ decisions, and my own indecision fly the banner high.
NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
Meanwhile perfection sits by and cracks a smile…
I recently shared more of this story over at Fearfully Made Mom. You can read the entire post, rich with God’s beautiful ending, by clicking here.
You’re invited to join us as we delve into the sometimes muddy waters of self-worth.