This week, in honor of Mother's Day, I'm posting every day on "Moments of Motherhood." Today, we are linking up with the Build 'Em Up series about how to cope when we come "unglued."
Sometimes, my glue (aka my self-control) just doesn't stick. Like, the other day, when I was rushing to get us packed up to go out of town and I discover that Adeline has eaten what looks like half the bottle of her princess vitamins. Having poison control call your phone asking you technical questions about how many vitamins come in a bottle and the amount of iron per serving really makes me feel like I deserve the mother of the year award. I get a little snappy. Then, frustrated. And that frustration just sticks a knife into my guts and I. can't. hold. it. back. any. more. I come unglued, in all of its fabulous glory.
I hate when this happens.
When I come unglued, I lose any and all of the positive motivation that I've been stuffing in my head. The fruits of the spirit are just gone. Any dignity that I try to have through love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, humility and self control (oh, self-control), has just spoiled like rotten bananas on the counter. Did I say before how much I hate it when this happens? I feel myself changing into a person following her flesh instead of the Holy Spirit. It just isn't pretty y'all.
Lysa TerKeurst's latest book, Unglued, has been sitting on my shelf for almost a year. I've wanted to read it because I love Lysa's writing but I didn't want to read it because the title alone causes me to have heart palpitations. I know this book was written for me and I hate to see my ugliness imitated by the girl on the front cover. But, I'm sure I'm not the only person who has bought this book so that gives me hope that I'm not the only one that has ahem, unglued moments. Would you agree?
In these moments of ungluedness, I'm an exploder. I'm probably the captain of the exploder team if we want to get all specific. Again, have I told y'all how much I hate this about myself? But, what Lysa says in Chapter 1 catches my heart and helps with all of that self-hate. She invites her readers, fellow ungluers, to an invitation for Imperfect Progress. **What she means by this is that God gave us emotions so we could experience life, not destroy it. There is gentle discipline to it all. One, that she (and I) am learning. Because, that word - perfect - has driven me crazy for years and has given me totally unrealistic expectations on life and how I live it. But, imperfect? Now, that is a word that gives me grace. Imperfect progress is admitting that I will experience raw emotions but God is there helping me manage my thoughts and actions; allowing me to take a deep breathe and re-focus when I come unglued.
On this quest for Imperfect Progress, I've discovered that we are all imperfect. We all have those triggers that cause us to come unglued. This past weekend, when I opened up to my friends about my imperfectness, they didn't turn away...they shook their heads up and down in agreement. Talking about my imperfections actually is better medicine for me than trying to strive for perfection. Because, perfection just ain't going to happen. (I totally pulled the Southern card with ain't but it felt appropriate, yes?)
So, on this Monday, let's all lower our perfection cards and strive for Imperfect Progress. Because, there are going to be moments this week where we lose all self-control and come unglued. Admitting that allows us to prepare ourselves for the grace that will be needed once our glue stops sticking. But, Imperfect Progress also prepares us to stop the explosion before it happens. It challenges us to seek the fruit of self-control before we actually need self-control.
Take a moment and say a prayer for your week. Prayer for the obstacles and the triumphs. Allow the Holy Spirit to guide your words, actions, and thoughts. Open yourself up to the idea of Imperfect Progress. May joy abound this week sweet truth-seekers.
Till next time, let your light shine!
**Unglued, TerKeurst, Lysa. Chapter 1.