I stooped down to wash my kitchen floor and noticed the bruises and scrapes on my legs. I’d mistaken the distance between myself and a wooden pole the other day – hence the hues of black and blue blatantly displayed on my skin.
As a child, I remember thinking pastors’ wives were the most put together women known to the human race. I truly felt they never did anything imperfectly. I must’ve assumed they didn’t have clumsy days or days where they weren’t exactly the greatest women in history. Now as a pastor’s wife myself, as I beheld my scrapes, bruises and frustrated attitude, I chuckled at my childhood naivety. I couldn’t have been further from the truth in my childish assumption!
Regardless of my reality check, there are still plenty of moments where I feel “less than.” Less than adequate. Less than perfect. Less than suited for this role as a support to a pastor and his ministry. In my weakest of moments, I try convincing God he chose the wrong girl. But then I remember:
Miriam was weak, yet she helped lead a nation.
Rahab was disregarded as “less than,” but she’s in Christ’s lineage.
Mary was a developing, not-at-all put-together teenager, yet she mothered God’s Son.
Sometimes, it’s a blessed gift to simply be reminded that we are not alone in our imperfections, and God uses us anyway. — from Women of Grace USA, written by Cassie Rayl