This is a picture of some of the world’s greatest body builders, all assembled in one place for an early Thanksgiving dinner. The little church building on the corner of where highways 309 and 23 meet in Ozark–Webb City Baptist–can’t contain them all at once anymore. Lifting weights, after all, makes you grow.
Weirdness is what makes us unique. It’s those little things that are off the grid, not always easy to understand, impossible to replicate. Weirdness is us in our rawest forms. Unpolished. Honest. Hopefully open to interpretation, growth, and change, but weirdness is our truth. I would argue it’s the magic that draws us to someone or something—when we recognize another’s weirdness matches up with ours, and we are not alone. Anne of Green Gables might call those people kindred spirits.
I’ve gone to church since I was a fetus. In my family it’s just something you do.
I have an impulse to create an image of perfection for my life. I think we all do. I see it in myself almost every moment of every day. My default position is to hide my imperfections, not show any weakness, not tell the stories of my failures. Why? Because it’s scary to tell the truth—to be seen and known and sometimes judged and rejected. But I have found that the flip side of that fear is freedom. Not only for myself, but other people. Jesus said, “you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” (John 8:32 ESV)
See that? Those are my laugh lines, my wrinkles, my age spots, my frown lines, my gray hairs, my scars, the bags under my eyes, my stretch marks, my cellulite!
All the things I see in the mirror and call my flaws!
See that? Those are my laugh lines, my wrinkles, my age spots, my frown lines, my gray hairs, my scars, the bags under my eyes, my stretch marks, my cellulite!
All the things I see in the mirror and call my flaws!
I’m not perfect, I’m human! I’m not airbrushed, I’m real! We should always strive to improve and work to be the best versions of ourselves but in the process we have to love our bodies, minds
hearts and souls….flaws and all!
The things we call our flaws are what make us beautifully unique! They tell our stories!
I’m a mother, teacher, writer, seeker. I could tell you I started this blog to make a difference in the world--and it would be great if it does--but that’s not really why I started it.
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