I am a daughter. I am a wife. I am a mother. But through it all, I have been and always will be, a woman.

“A real woman always keeps her house clean & organized, the laundry basket is always empty. She’s always well dressed, hair done. She never swears, she behaves gracefully in all situations & all circumstances. She has more than enough patience to take care of her family, always has a smile on her lips, & a kind word for everyone. Post this as your status if you, too, have just realized that you might be a man.”

I saw this on FaceBook the other day and thought it was so funny (and true) that I put it as my status to give other ladies a few giggles, too.  And it worked GREAT!  Most women can really relate to this.  There is always SO MUCH to do that it rarely (if ever) actually is all completed at the same time.  Seriously, how many women have the housework all done, the house looking immaculate, dinner on the table, and a smile perpetually on their face?  Let’s face it.  June Cleaver we are NOT.

Then my husband ruined all of our fun with one comment.  “Someone pointed out to me that this woman is straight out of Proverbs. Kinda puts a different light on it huh?”

My first thought was, “Spoilsport!”

My second thought was, “OH GREAT!  One more way I’m failing God.”

I don’t know about y’all, but I constantly feel like a failure.  To my husband, to my kids, to my boss, to my self, and to God.  It’s a rare day when I DON’T feel ineffectual, inadequate, unworthy, and/or like a major screw up.  We go to church, we believe (at least I hope you do), we have faith (even though we sometime struggle with this), but in the end, how many of us Really Believe we are succeeding at being what God wants us to be.

“I Know I’m SOMEBODY, ’cause God don’t make no junk!”  Remember that?  I do.  It was great when I was a kid, but now as an adult, it’s a little harder.  On the surface, I say, well of course He doesn’t.  But then I apply that statement to myself, and …….Whoops!  What. Have.  I.  Done?!?  Anybody else ever feel that way?

I’m divided.  I want to be what God wants me to be, but I can’t be.  I’m not perfect.  I’m so far away from perfect it’s like a train wreck in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean — Impossible.  I could probably do a lot better on the housework and laundry.  Okay.  I DEFINITELY could do better on the housework and laundry.  But behaving “gracefully in all situations & circumstances” just isn’t in me.  I have no tact.  No diplomacy.  Patience?  Not really.  I can work on that.  “A kind word for everyone” is sooooooo not me.  I admit it.  Some people just irritate me to the point that it’s either walk away, or go to jail for assault.  I do NOT handle stupidity very well.  Okay. I do not handle stupidity with patience or kind words.

Yes, I’m not the woman of the Bible.  I can aspire to be a better daughter, wife, mother, Woman…..and I will try.  But I’m also learning to be happy with who I am.  After all, God made me and “God don’t make no junk.”  So maybe He’s okay with me being a sarcastic, pushy, occasionally overbearing, overprotective control-freak.  And maybe He will help me smooth out these rough edges on this old piece of coal.  I’m not expecting to turn into a diamond overnight — or at all, really.  And I’m not expecting the laundry to miraculously be washed, dried, ironed, and folded…..but maybe He will help me find all the hours in the day I need, assistance to get it all done, and the ability to ask for and accept said assistance.

I’m not SuperMom.  I’m not SuperWife.  I’m certainly not SuperWoman.  But with God’s help, maybe I can be good enough, even if I’m not perfect.

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