I think of other women who have cleaner houses.
Which leads to thoughts of other women who cook better meals.
And that goes on to other women who have cuter outfits, and are better at twitter, and can make small talk with ease.
I wish I could be like…is the refrain that goes round and round in my mind.
Finally I hit the power button on the vacuum, feeling drained myself.
I whisper a question, “God, why do I feel I need to be like so many other people?”
It seems there is an answer that comes so quiet…
Because the enemy would rather have you be like anyone but Jesus.
As we used to say in Junior High, um, duh.
If I’m busy trying to be like Mary, Martha and Margaret then I’m left with no time to be me. Or, more specifically, to let Jesus be who He is through me.
Each of us are made in the image of God. That means we’re created to show Him to the world in a way no one else ever has and no one else ever will.
I do that by being who He made me.
And you do that by being you.
So listen, brave friends, let’s decide together that we will stop trying to be like each other.
And instead be conformed to the one whose likeness we’re made in.
I empty the vaccum into a bag, dust and clutter giving way to clean again. I smile because my heart suddenly feels like that too.
Comparison replaced by clarity–about who I am, what I’m called to do, and the God who’s wild enough to choose me for His purposes.
All of us.
Just as we are–and unlike anyone else.