Realness

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I have two love languages. ✌ Dos. My husband will tell you they are “words of affirmation” + “quality time” (and they are), but I’m giving you the real-as-you-and-me scoop. They are exactly these and in this order: Realness + Comfort Food. That’s right. I love people who leave it all out there and I consume an ungodly amount of Panera each week. If you spend 60 minutes with me, you will probably know 50% of my life story and I guarantee you we’re talking over grilled cheese sandwiches. But only if tomato soup is readily available. And it has to be Panera. Sorry, I’m a grilled cheese + soup connoisseur. Ok, let’s just grab pizza.

Realness is easily the first thing I could’ve ever devoted a post to. Sometimes I feel like I’m 31, going on 72, and here’s what I’ve doubly learned in half the time: Wait, why am I doing math? Anyway, I have learned that when I know someone’s genuine story, even without spending copious amounts of time with them, I treasure them. I internet stalk plenty of cool people who are the personified pictures of perfection (you know you do it too), but not one of them hold value with me. They are cool to stalk. They don’t strengthen my faith in anything, they aren’t relatable and they definitely can’t sit and eat a grilled cheese with me.

I will spare you the 837 outtakes from some of these beautiful pictures you see fly across my blog. Trust me, for every 1 beautiful shot you see, there are 836 more that will make you laugh, cringe and even worry for my condition. 😂 If you come to my home and it looks clean, it’s because I scrubbed the pooped off the bathroom walls as you were ringing the doorbell. Just don’t open my closets. You don’t want to know what I’ve stuffed in there and curiosity could take you down like the Oso landslide.

Speaking of my really clean house, life with kids is not an easy one either.. especially in 2016. Without even lifting a newspaper or turning on the news, you can see the “crazy” almost hitting a tangible level out there, folks. Maybe possessed crazy kids keep us just busy enough to take our minds off the crazy and force us to truly appreciate the good. In spite of our flaws realness, we receive blessings we don’t deserve. That’s grace. I’m grateful that grace transcends time. I’m grateful for my tribe and the goodness they reciprocate. I’m grateful for a God that’s above it all.

 

I have a good life, filled with grace.. And it’s not even remotely perfect.

 

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