Last Tuesday I spoke at our women’s ministry quarterly coffee house gathering. I followed two well respected women who spoke with different perspectives on parenting.
The first shared a message of parenting her children and the spiritual comparison of God parenting us. The second shared her current views on being a child of God with the history of an abusive father. I shared the struggle of control in parenting i.e. getting pregnant, miscarriage,children’s health, and controlling our daily lives– but God is ultimately in control– and does such a better job. Vulnerable, raw, and exposed we all pushed past the nerves to give the wonderful and ugly pieces of our lives so that we may better know each other and God. Wow.
I find myself recognizing how many layers we all have wrapped up in the smile and 30 second hello exchanged on Sunday mornings. I must confess that I foolishly assumed these women who smiled, seemed happy and otherwise care free, carried only that very joy exhibited inside. That the pain, circumstances, trials and sometimes tragedy recently shared were only possessed by the few. Turns out that many of the women who shared have had pain and heartache in some manner or another. Again, how foolish of me to assume a carefree existence.
I feel odd that I’ve never considered the ‘layers’. I almost feel ashamed.
Praise God for our layers. Praise God that we’re wrapped up in lots of layers that have shaped us into the wonderful women He intends. Praise God that we can relate to each other so much more intimately because of those layers!