Restless. Inspired. Resolved.
Kaylie Hodges' words have launched a roller coaster of emotions in me this week. They prick such a tender place in my chest. Have you ever ached for somebody to notice the call on you life? To tell you they believe you can do it? To teach you to hear God and follow His lead? To pass along a simple "good job"? Have you ever wanted that so badly you could scream? Oh, I have, I have, I have!!
I love pearls for some uncanny, against-my-generation reason. I imagine that when I wear them, I can fool a run-of-the-mill stranger into believing I drink sparkling water in a champagne flute with my breakfast. I feel a bit more glamour, a bit less "mom-of-young-boys" (who scream from the bathroom every time they need their backside wiped).
There’s an association I suppose. I transport into a 60’s era woman of charm, one who takes herself seriously but can just as easily be found giggling in the corner at a party, one elegantly gloved hand covering meticulously red-painted lips.
Like Audrey Hepburn.
Outraged. Depressed. Confused.
Have you ever been blown away to find out who somebody really was? I thought I knew her! How could he do that? That just doesn’t seem like something they’d be capable of. We reel in the wake of conflict or disappointment and grasp at any logical explanation for how we could've been so wrong. If this is you, I understand! I've been there too.
Music swirls and swells, resting gently on their shoulders as the stars announce their arrival one by one. She doesn't shy from his nearness like usual. Instead, she smiles as layers of responsibility crumble away and dissipate into the twilight. She feels beautiful and free, because resting in her own skin seems "enough" for tonight.
There's just one simple request...love the one God gave.
M.S. in Marriage and Family Therapy. Earns Crossfit participation trophies. Disaster cook. Enthusiastic wife. #Boymom. Clutches her faith, not her pearls.