I've done fake. Growing up I wasn't sure how else to do life. When asked the question, how 'ya doing? my perfect response was always "I'm fine."
I was crushed inside- my heart broken as a result of divorce. I was confused and scared and angry and felt alone.
But when asked, I was fine.
I married my man, and continued with my pat response when life threw disappointments.
Infertility. I'm fine.
Bankruptcy. I'm fine.
Layoffs. I'm fine.
Bankruptcy again. I'm fine.
Death. I'm fine.
But I wasn't and eventually, what was real reared its ugly head and demanded to be dealt with.
And in the midst of the dealing God landed me smack dab in the midst of women, lots of women as the Women's Ministry director at our church.
As I began to give real answers to the question, when asked, I learned that my real, is their real too. Why is everyone afraid to share it?
It's ugly- breast cancer, depression, divorce. screaming kids. laundry, lots of it. Sometimes drug addiction, physical and sexual abuse. Kid poop and kid puke. broken dreams. lost hope. disappointments. Alzheimer's.
I learned that when I gave real answers, so did they. And in the midst of our ugly- we really can be fine- when we keep it real.
I'm not leading women's ministry anymore- I'm more focused on the screaming kids and poop these days- but being real grows relationships and serving together bonds them.
|Vanessa, Debbie, Edith, me, Dana, Renee, Karen & Julie|
still serving and keeping it real at RFBC
Real alone is ugly.
Real shared is beautiful relationships- with others and with God.
Happy Friday y'all!