“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world”- C.S. Lewis
In the beginning it started out as a jovial conversation between Sarah and I, slated about how frequent we tell people we’re “fine” when we aren’t. We talked about the dangers that come along with telling people you’re alright, falsifying the truth and failing to share your heart with someone. We realize that not everyone feels compelled to share information about their lives with other people in fast passerby motion, but what is even scarier…is that some people don’t tell anyone…ever.
As women, I think it is safe to say that on Sunday we pour through our closets, find something with buttons and off we go to Sunday service. We have great hair, we have great smiles and we practice our firm hand shake. We make eye contact and talk about up and coming bible study topics and fret about desserts and flavors of coffee.
These things are somewhat comforting however, after we finish all of those things and collect our little ones from Sunday school and head on home, deciding where to stuff the excess of coloring pages and so on…we go to our bedrooms and we peel off the layers of nylon and stiff coat jackets, undo our buttons and put the fancy shoes back in the closet till next week. When we are done this weekly ritual we become a little less “fine” and a lot more “real”…which means we pick out the old jeans and shirt and thrust our limbs inside.
If you’re like me, you might even stare at your muffin top tummy and then pull on the fibers of your shirt to hide the parts that bulge where they shouldn’t or something along those lines. The rest of the week might be followed by a few too many “reading too much into the tone of someone’s tone of voice” or wracking your brain over how unorganized your house is and how finding something on the fly…just isn’t going to happen. During the week we will have reality and when the weekend arrives, we do it all over again.
This is why Sarah and I have started Mud and Mire. We felt the call to share our struggles with all of who take a peek. We feel that a spiritual stagnancy has crept into our lives and this is our journey to revive ourselves. In doing so, we also pray that the Lord use our stories and personal thoughts to inspire others to do the same, so that you can hear our testimonies and know that you are not alone in your day to day and that you, the reader, may be reminded about how much God cares for you and that he promises to be our almighty healer and comforter. He has shown the both of us over and over again, how we don’t need to say “I’m fine”, and that allowing ourselves to be “real” is just how God wants us all to be, minus cookies and pantyhose.
Before we kick this off, we should pray:
Dove & Sarah
“Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective” – James 5:16
Thank you for your unconditional love. Thank you for your Son and that he paid the price for our sinful nature and daily inadequacies. Thank you for knowing our deepest hearts, even the places that we choose to ignore ourselves. Bless this blog and the writing in it. May it be a place of comfort to those who need it, and a beacon of light in the dark cobwebs of our hearts. Bless the people who stumble upon our own written journey with confidence to say “I struggle too” and form from this a connection of people with a desire to seek You first in all things, knowing that we all fall short of your glory daily. And be with us as the writers to share openly and candidly our hearts. Thank you Father for this opportunity.
In Jesus Name,