My Story

My story doesn’t look anything like yours. I couldn’t make it look like yours if I tried.

My story is messy. It’s filled with detours, and U-turns, and slides in the mud, and falling down and getting up and frustration and laughter until I cry.

My story is woven with bruised hearts, flesh denied, flesh yielded to, genius ideas and lame results.

And I am who I am today because of all these. And then some.

My story is not pretty.

And sometimes, I worry that it’s not good enough. Because I know without any doubt that I will never measure up to yours. I am not pretty like you, and I can’t talk in public without shaking in my boots. I don’t have the perfect little house with the white picket fence and the kids looking like they jumped out of a magazine. My story is filled with skeletons that scare even me.

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But my story is mine, and it scares me, down to my toes. And it’s real, down to my toes. And it’s mine, all the way down to my toes. And I own up to it, even in the secret uglies and the dark places. It made me who I am.   I have given up wearing my shame like a badge. And I am wonderfully becoming.  

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#405 Pedicure with my daughter 

#404 My cozy winter sweaters

#403 1 Peter 1 

#402 Homemade Pumpkin Butter

Sometimes, I link up with any or all of these wonderful writers: Hearts 4 HomeSDG,  Hearts Reflected, WLW, EOA, Things I can’t say, Growing HomePlay Dates with GodMonday Musings, Hear it on SundayInspire Me Monday, Tell me a Story, The Better Mom, a Mama’s StoryInto the WordIn and Around Mondays,OYHT, Gratituesday, Titus2Tuesdays, ExtraordinayLessons from IvyDenise in BloomSweet BlessingsFaith Filled Friday, Finding JoySimply Helping Him



  1. the older i get the more i question AGAIN why we think we all need to be alike, the same
    because of this people will not uncover abuse, feel poorly about themselves, become depressed…
    THANK YOU for sharing! Thank you for being different! Thank you for being you! what is pretty in the eyes of this world just might be utterly worthless


  2. “My story doesn’t look anything like yours
    My story is messy
    My story is not pretty.
    my story i scares me
    I will never measure up to yours”

    Dear Sis,
    These are all not yours, but mine, please suggest me how to come out of this thoughts


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