Kim and I are leaving for Wichita tomorrow.
I died my hair myself so my new friends won't be appalled by washed out old color/hints of gray.
And I look goth.
And I'm not sure which is more appalling.
No offense, goths.
Garnier Nutrisse, your "Darkest Brown?"
My cute friend, Keri wrote this post a few days ago.
And I can't stop thinking about it.
How often do we do this?
Or worse, how often so we tweak our "behind the scenes" to make it look like our highlight reel?
On Tuesday night we had nachos for dinner because I was too tired to cook.
Not even fancy nachos.
Just chips and cheese.
And Dave made them.
Kayla and I started Bible Study Fellowship last Monday night.
And the first week went well.
We were able to study God's Word together every day.
This week? Not so much.
And I leave tomorrow.
This happy, super-fan picture taken before the 49ers choked on Sunday?
Ashlyn screamed the rest of the car ride because she wanted a gray sweatshirt like Kayla.
Kayla threw a sock at her to make her stop.
Ashlyn had show and tell yesterday.
And I forgot.
For the second week in a row.
She's snoring next to me as I type this at 5:42 AM because that is usually when I blog.
Dave is in her room.
We've been trying to regulate on the musical beds.
And clearly it's not going so well.
And you know what?
It's all ok.
And throw socks.
Moms are too tired to cook.
Or lift their kids out of the wrong bed.
Things don't always go as planned.
And we all survive.
Because, truthfully, none of us have it all together.
We just like to make it look like we do.
Which leaves us to compete against each other's false realities.
We gain empty, fleeting value from what other's see of our outsides.
When our value should come from what God sees on the inside.
This is not an excuse to be lazy.
Or without accountability.
Quite the opposite, actually.
This is freedom to do more than we can imagine.
For the right audience.
So let's just be real, ok?
With each other.
Besides, Jesus had strong words for fakers.