of dreams of a picture postcard life is not easy. We all have them, I suppose: those mental pictures, reinforced by the idol-images of Better Homes and Gardens, parenting magazines, or even Today's Christian Woman and (dare I say it?) believers' blogs. Someone called a brand of this "Mommy-porn": perfect images of celebrity moms, perfectly fit, in their perfect rooms, cradling perfectly dressed and mannered children.
But I think it is idolatry. At least in my own life, these images, ideas, even dreams become idols: my rooms should look "like this;" my children should behave "like this;" my meals should taste "like this;" my life should be lived in "this way."
Where is authenticity? Where is reality? Life is a messy, complicated thing. It is not, can not be picture perfect. The ugly, the loud, the failure teach by His grace - as surely as do the beautiful, the peaceful, and the gentle. To live in the "someday my life will look like this" dreamworld is to miss the tangible evidences of God in TODAY.
Yet the dreams persist, creep back again and again to tempt and to taunt. The dream of "perfect" lures me away from being perfected . And still He calls, beckons me to leave my idols and return to Him. What grace!
Grateful thanks to Ann whose thoughts and prayers led me to think and pray also; who shares the ugly along with the beautiful. And that is real.
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i'm so glad to see you back. i happened upon your post (from Ann V's one day) a couple of months ago and started reading your posts. then you disappeared for quite some time. i hope all is well in your part of the world... i, too, am greatly inspired by the depth and insight of Ann's writings. thanks for your words.
I'm so glad that you had the courage to say this! I have seen the idolatry and idealism that Christ has been buried under. None is perfect except for Him alone. If He is not the center of out home, all is in vain. God bless you as you seek Him because He is perfect and He is your perfection and you can rest in Him.
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