Lately I've been wondering...
Am I the only one who only showers if I know I'm going somewhere that day?
Am I the only one who sometimes gets to the end of the day and wonders what on earth made me say the things I did, do the things I did and think the things I did that day?
Am I the only one who doesn't pray often enough?
Am I the only one who wears PJs at all times while I am at home?
Am I the only one who wishes my boobs were a bit bigger and my tummy was a bit flatter?
Am I the only one who doesn't know scripture well enough?
Am I the only one who sometimes says things like "I wonder how hard it would be to hide your body if I killed you" to my husband?
Am I the only one who feels like they do the same thing day after day and yet gets nothing done?
Am I the only one who is afraid of not living up to worldly expectations?
Am I the only one who would rather boss people around rather than getting off my butt and doing things myself?
Am I the only one who fears rejection?
Am I the only one who sometimes runs out of things to talk to her husband about?
Am I the only one who is too stubborn, too impatient, too quick to get angry, too judgmental?
Am I the only one who sings at the top of my lungs in the car even though I know my singing voice can make a child cry?
Am I the only one gets envious of people who have gorgeous homes, expensive cars and designer clothes?
Am I the only one who only shaves my legs if I know I am going to be wearing something short?
To go with that, am I the only one who selects outfits according to the shaved-ness of my legs?
Am I the only one who catches myself measuring my value based on other people's lives and thinking that "I'm okay because I'm not quite as bad as her or him or them" or "I need to be more like her"?
Am I the only one who usually chooses chocolate over fruit?
Am I the only one who is sometimes a really crappy wife?
Am I the only one who has the messiest car in the history of the world that only gets washed/vacuumed/cleaned when my husband gets sick of looking at it?
Am I the only one who thinks I might die if I can't have a baby?
Am I the only one who drinks way too much pop?
Am I the only one who sometimes wonders if I've made the right decisions in my life?
Am I the only one who wonders if I will live up to the life God has called me to?
Am I the only one who really really really loves hot dogs?
Thanks to my girl Britt and her brave post about honesty, I am pretty sure that I am not the only one. That knowledge is reassuring.
So next time you are in that place, in the midst of a bunch of people have got it all together, where you wonder if you are the only one, please know that you're not.
I'm right there with you, girlfriend.
