So, I am attempting to grow something. In a pot. Outside. (For those of you who are deeply curious, I have planted a gladiola bulb, the tulip bulbs from my birthday flowers and a small pot of impatiens in a large pot just outside my garage.) Anyway, it's got me thinking.
Isn't it interesting how different women are? My mother, my buddy and my neighbor can take anything green and turn it into a garden full of flowers or veggies and make it greener. I can barely keep an ivy alive. My sister can paint and sew cool costumes and make custom cakes. I can order from the Walmart bakery and buy stuff. My MIL and a work buddy can take some pictures and colored paper and make lasting scrapbook memories. I have stacks of old photos in boxes and huge folders of photos on the computer waiting for me to do something. Some ladies use eyeshadow and blush and look gorgeous. I feel painted if you can "see" my makeup. Some mothers have toddlers that can read and write, or boys that stay clean and tucked in. I have neither. Some ladies can't navigate an Excel file or a pivot table and get shaky at the thought. I love the challenge of making data/spreadsheets readable.
What am I trying to say? There's something about the peace of being happy with who God made you to be. Aren't you glad we don't have to try and be like anyone else? Sure, sometimes it would be nice to be the one making cool stuff or being organized. But, comparing just doesn't help anything. There is always somebody better or worse at things. I'm learning to be thankful for His perfect design in me. It takes all kinds of special women to do what He wants in His kingdom!
Isn't it interesting how different women are? My mother, my buddy and my neighbor can take anything green and turn it into a garden full of flowers or veggies and make it greener. I can barely keep an ivy alive. My sister can paint and sew cool costumes and make custom cakes. I can order from the Walmart bakery and buy stuff. My MIL and a work buddy can take some pictures and colored paper and make lasting scrapbook memories. I have stacks of old photos in boxes and huge folders of photos on the computer waiting for me to do something. Some ladies use eyeshadow and blush and look gorgeous. I feel painted if you can "see" my makeup. Some mothers have toddlers that can read and write, or boys that stay clean and tucked in. I have neither. Some ladies can't navigate an Excel file or a pivot table and get shaky at the thought. I love the challenge of making data/spreadsheets readable.
What am I trying to say? There's something about the peace of being happy with who God made you to be. Aren't you glad we don't have to try and be like anyone else? Sure, sometimes it would be nice to be the one making cool stuff or being organized. But, comparing just doesn't help anything. There is always somebody better or worse at things. I'm learning to be thankful for His perfect design in me. It takes all kinds of special women to do what He wants in His kingdom!
Did you guys catch that all those plants were in the same pot?! Maybe that's why they're not growing! Just a thought...
ReplyDeleteNo, she's right, Kristel...plants come to our homes to die. My mom quit sending them home with us years ago because they would scream the whole car ride home in their little plant voices, knowing they were condemned to die a slow, ugly death.
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