I like order. I have a hard time thinking when things are cluttered. A place for everything, and everything in its place. My brother gave a dire prediction that I would be a drill sargeant when I became a mother. Perhaps that's true. Compared to the chaotic, frenzied life of some mothers I hear today, I must have been, because I'm sure if there was blogging back when I had young kids, there wouldn't be much fodder, because life ran fairly well. It was typical. It was busy. But it wasn't exceptional. I was given children who were quite content, and we practiced discipline with them; boundaries and consequences and all that.
I've read articles here and there making the same point I'm about to make, but bear with me.
It seems to be popular these days to tell tales of how disordered our lives are and how God loves us anyway. I know that's an oversimplification, but you get my drift. I have heard stories of women taking pictures of their messy homes, posting them online, and proudly proclaiming: I'm okay with this mess, God loves me, anyway, and I don't have to be a domestic diva. And that's true; all of it.
But why is that something I want to exalt? I don't have to hide it, but I don't have to turn it into a virtue, either. Where is the line between glorifying God for meeting us in that struggle, and glorifying the struggle? Is it a matter of "my life is messier than yours, so the deliverance God gives me is better?"
It has been my experience that the people with the most serious struggles are the ones who say the least about their struggles.
There is none righteous, no not one. There is none who seeks after God. We were born into sin. And God knew us and loved us, anyway. We know that. We know people have dirty kitchens, unruly children, bad motives, and times when they just blow off their responsibilities to sit in front of a book and eat chocolate. We all know that about each other. I know it about you, and you know it about me. But why is it so much more sanctified to shout it from the rooftops?
I understand the need for women to take the pressure off of themselves and not conform to an unreasonable and unblibcal standard. Truly, I do. But as I get older, I'm beginning to value discretion much more. I have been guilty of being too transparent on too many occasions. I have found myself cringing over some of the things I have said in the past. I often wonder if anyone saw Christ beyond my "transparency." Perhaps on occasion, but perhaps not.
Perhaps I am showing my age. Maybe this is a generational thing. It has certainly come on the heels of the explosion of information online.
Transparent moment: I think I didn't believe in a "generation gap" until now.