I sat in a Writer’s Conference listening to a local magazine owner speak about their submission policy and the ins and outs of the magazine business. I was also concentrating on drumming up the courage to approach her after the session.
Inside my head, I was ordering the words I’d say to her.
As soon as she wrapped up her talk, I rose from my seat– the first to introduce myself. As I began to share part of our adoption story of one child, a raven-haired beauty with ringlets of hair falling past her shoulders, drew near and mentioned she had adopted five children.
Immediately, the magazine owner’s attention shifted to the other mother, who also mentioned her career as an attorney. My degree was in pre-law. Law school was my lifelong dream, which never came to fruition.
To add salt to the wound, the other mom had flawless skin and appeared to be in her early thirties — I was certain she moonlighted as a runway model when she wasn’t raising children or spending hours in the courtroom. She seemed so perfect with her radiant skin, career, and angel-sleeved, fuzzy white sweater.
Their conversation continued and I quietly slipped away, my story untold, a knot in my stomach. Envy, selfishness, and lies flooding my heart.
I have nothing to offer. Why did I come here? How in the world can someone have five children and look so immaculate?
Okay, so I’m a little insecure. The lies seeped in, and I wandered aimlessly down the hall toward the cafeteria for lunch. Alone. I meandered through the line of people, the serving trays, and the conversations of writing projects, which flowed as steadily as the nearby soda fountain. I discovered an empty chair and sank down to eat. Alone.
Suddenly a voice punctured my pity-party, May I sit here?
It was her. The perfect mom.
She placed her food on the table and bent over to pull up a chair. Her dark eyes intensely locked onto mine and she began asking me questions about my story, excitement in her voice.
I asked her questions as well. About her writing. About her life. She was winsome, laughing as she told parts of her story and how the Lord provided in unexpected ways.
As the weekend progressed, I spent more time with this lovely woman, tears in our eyes as we delved into our pasts to share with the other. Ultimately sharing His redemption in our lives.
I discovered how beautiful she is on the inside. Her life was far from perfect. Her husband has a terminal brain disease. There are wayward children.
Between the two of us, there were addictions, treatment facilities, and health issues. Times when we both had husbands who couldn’t drive for a season. I shared my brother’s brain injury, seizures, and subsequent death in his early twenties.
We both bear recent wounds from other believers and the church, times we’ve felt completely alone and isolated from the body of Christ.
Yet, the most miraculous thing we share is a deep heart of gratefulness.
In the world’s eyes, it must seem nonsensical to be thankful. Honestly, it often makes no sense to me. Because there is absolutely no other explanation for two women, who are bloodied and bruised from life, who can still praise the Father — the One who has delivered and rescued us from ourselves.
Although we both deeply grieve and long for heaven, the trials have carved a spirit of thankfulness. A neediness for the only One who can love us perfectly.
As we tightly embraced and whispered words of love upon each other’s shoulders at the end of the conference, I gave thanks to a God who loves and sees me. A God who pursued my wretched, pity-partying, envious self to bless me with a kindred spirit.
A woman who had the courage to say hello. And, by His grace, the openness of my heart to respond with my own hello.
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Isn’t just like the Lord to give us just what we need at exactly the right time? What a beautiful post! Thank you for sharing it with us!
Melanie Singleton says
Yes Kimmy! He always sees and knows our hearts. So thankful!
This is beautiful. The “you” you described at the conference would have also been me. I quickly get undone when I see and hear others with better stories, better careers, better aspirations and way better clothing. I love how God gave you the opportunity – unorchestrated by you – to dig deep with this other woman, and discover what’s below the surface. We all have a story, we all deal with pain, and we all have pockets of our lives we would rather not uncover because we so wish either they were better, or we were better at them. But a one-on-one conversation like that gives amazing opportunity to discover kindred spirits instead of resentful separations. Kudos to you for opening your heart and soul to her, and her to you. Great story!
Melanie Singleton says
Amen Beth. Beautiful words. Thankful He pursues my ugly heart and opens new chapters of beauty!
What a sweet story, Melanie. Thanks for sharing. 🙂
Rebecca Jones says
Great story! Obviously, her inner beauty and strength came shining through, as did yours. i pray for you both to overcome the grief you’ve suffered.
Melanie Singleton says
God is good. Thank you dear Rebecca.
Beth Williams says
I would have been “you” at the conference. I have low self esteem anyway and the thought that my story wasn’t as good as hers and she looked oh so good would have put me in a tailspin of pity party!! My old boss used to say “we are all going through something”. I’m just happy you got a chance to really know the other woman!!! God can turn a bad situation into something beautiful!! God is sooo good!!