Sounds simple enough right?
Maybe for some it is, and kudos to those folks, truly. However, in this social media day and age it is so easy to live a life where we are constantly seeking more and living a 'I will be happy when..' lifestyle.
Friends, that is a poisonous mindset. One I have worked very hard over the years to overcome.
In a world where we don't go to the toilet without scrolling through photos of other peoples 'lives' it is all too easy to get consumed with how green other peoples grass is, am I right?
It is easy to forget that what people post online, those perfect Instagram accounts, are well orchestrated. Planned out to the T. Rehearsed. Literally, there are apps that allow you to see what your page will look like before you post so you can decide if it is perfect or not.
Friends, this is not real life.
No one is posting the photos of their mountains of laundry.
No one is posting photos of their marital strife.
No one is posting photos of them reaching their end point and yelling at their child.
No one is posting photos of loneliness.
No photos of their regret, their fears, their financial struggles...
None of that is anywhere in those perfect squares.
But it is there.
Behind those perfect images is a real life somewhere.
Filled with similar struggles as your own.
No one has their shit together.
At least not as together as they portray.
We all have our struggles.
One of mine used to be that I always thought 'If only I could...'
That is the way I lived my life.
'If only I could be a better mom.'
'If only I were more creative.'
'If only I were more talented.'
'If only we had a home like that.'
I was searching constantly, and it took my family hitting rock bottom to wake me up.
Life shook me from the inside out and created the woman I am today.
At age 2 we nearly lost my son, Nixon, to Cdiff.
After a long stay in the hospital, mountains of bills, and a husband who lost his job for spending too much time at the hospital... we were at rock bottom, this was rock bottom right?
We had just moved into a beautiful 4 bedroom home of 'our dreams.'
Only to be forced to move out after only 2 months and move back to our home town.
With no job, no prospects, and our 3 kids in tow (and pregnant with our 4th child,) we moved home with our hearts hurting and broken. Our hope was crushed.
Little did I know this was far from rock bottom, and soon I would find that out.
After spending a year in our hometown, my husband lost his job again.
We had no idea what we were going to do.
Now with another child, we were literally struggling to make ends meet.
We had to make another move in order to find work and this time we could only afford for my husband to move. He had to rent a room out for 6 months before we had the money for us to join him here. Most months we didn't have the money for him to even come home to visit even though he was only 3 hours away. Did I mention that my husband had to move without a car? For 6 months he lived here without a car, walking to work, and walking to the grocery store. Often only eating once a day just so we could eat.
When we finally could afford to move so we could all live together, all we could afford was a run down trailer. It was the stuff of my nightmares friends.
My heart literally ached for my children, who honestly didn't even bat an eye at our new home, were just happy we were all reunited.
Their smiles pushed my pride aside because I knew my family being whole was much more important than what the roof over our heads looked like to other people.
That time in our life was so incredibly difficult.
Worrying about feeding your children is a different kind of worry friends.
You spend your days feeling like a failure in a way you didn't think possible.
So what I am going to say next may totally shock you.
It was the happiest time of my life.
I knew my husband had my back and he knew I had his.
We were truly one, as we battled through this time.
Our faith grew stronger, and our marriage prospered,which is worth every day of struggle.
We stayed by each others side when everyone would of completely understood us breaking down.
We found joy in simple things like: movie nights with our kids, building forts and reading library books, baking homemade (sometimes terrible) cakes, and just being present with one another.
So ya, despite what my instagram portrays friends, we lived in a trailer 3 years ago, and life was hard. Real Hard.
I am blessed beyond measure to say we have more than we could ever need now.
That my husband has found a career that more than provides for the 7 of us.
But I will always remember that time, lovingly, and remember Phillipians 4:12 - 'I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.'
I have truly learned how to be content friends, and so can you.
You get one life to live. Don't spend it playing the comparison game on social media.
Go be content with where you are at, because somewhere out there, someone is praying to be right where you are.
Be Real Friends, and spread the good vibes,