I am a mom of five children. It goes without being said that life is busy.
Busyness necessitates picking priorities. I am learning that people are more important than keeping a pristine house.
I still function better in a clean house, but I am learning that my worth isn’t found in the state of my house.
I am also learning that my worth isn’t found in the performance of my kids so that means inviting people into my life and allowing them to observe the imperfect but beautifully authentic reality of life.
It means allowing people to see the way we interact and that we have struggles just like everyone else. That we are imperfect people raising imperfect little people.
I am also learning that my worth isn’t based on my appearance. My worth doesn’t need validation from others. My worth has already been determined.
So this morning I knew I had company coming. That meant it was time to clean a house that had been missing my attention due to a busy week of running, homeschooling, and caring for six other people.
My poor bathrooms! Oh, they were in desperate need of a face-lift so I scurried around making them fit for human use.
By the time I had straightened a little, cleaned dishes, fed everyone, changed a dirty diaper, cleaned bathrooms, swept floors and stairs, I knew I was running out of time to get myself presentable. I still hadn’t showered, dressed, or even brushed my hair.
I know it was the Lord in His grace, but the thought came to my mind, “Your company may show up any minute and maybe you are supposed to greet her this way to encourage her that your life isn’t perfect. Don’t be stressed; just offer the gift of authenticity.”
Sure enough, the door-bell rang immediately after that thought.
I can say that without God’s gentle “coaching” I would have been stressed, embarrassed, and ashamed that I was so unprepared for company.
Yet, God in His loving way was encouraging me that sometimes what our friends and loved ones need isn’t false perfection, but what they need is our willingness to offer ourselves, to be authentic, to be vulnerable.
This dear friend so graciously entered my home and never once made me feel awkward or embarrassed over my disheveled appearance. As we talked, laughed, and watched our active little ones, it didn’t matter that one of us hadn’t showered, dressed, or brushed her hair.
What mattered was that we were two mothers, wives, sisters, daughters, friends sharing a part of our lives together.
How refreshing it is to know that worth, friendship, and love is never about perfection, performance, or appearance. It’s about authentic lavish love — love that God Himself has so richly poured upon us.
Because of that love, we are given many opportunities to share the gift of ourselves and the gift of the moment with others.