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| Awkward middle school years--gotta love 'em! |
Today, my mom is one of my best friends, but believe it or not, we didn't always get along. We have certainly had our moments...
Years ago, in an all out mother-daughter brawl with my mom back in middle school, I was completely distraught. My mom, who meant so well, had completely messed up and betrayed my trust, getting one of my friends in trouble with her mother. There’s nothing worse to a hormonal adolescent than the combination of a tattletale mom and your friend being mad at you. Life, as I knew it, was over.
We sat outside of school one afternoon in her white suburban with tears streaming down both of our cheeks and she said, “Elizabeth, I’m not perfect. I’m so sorry, but I’m just not. I want to be, but the truth is, God didn’t make me perfect, because if He did, than I would be so awesome and wonderful that you wouldn’t need God in your life. So as hard as this is, you have to trust that sometimes the imperfections in other people are ways to draw you closer to a perfect God.”
Oh, Mom…even when I completely loathed her, she always knew just what to say. And though I really didn’t want to believer her and I was still fuming mad, deep, deep down, I knew she was right.
We women can look for security and fulfillment in all kinds
of places—school, a job title, a swanky address, men, friends, or family, or a relational
status, but no matter what, at some point, we end up being disappointed and
feeling emptier than when we began. As wonderful as those things can be
and as much as they want to love us, eventually they let us down.
Thankfully, in the midst of our own imperfections and the imperfections of others, God's faithful love envelopes us and does not leave.
He alone knows exactly what we need and when we need it.
Let's keep our eyes set on the Perfect One. For He alone, is One who does not disappoint!
You open your hand and satisfy the desires of every living thing.







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