Battling the Enemy in Your Day-to-Day

Last week while the Weatherman was out of town I forgot about picking up Eva (our oldest) from aftercare.  When I arrived it was almost 30 minutes after closing time and my girl was in tears.   Perhaps you read about it if you follow me on Instagram.  Perfection isn't the goalThe next day a friend and colleague made a passing comment about me not being “perfect” after all.

I know I’m not perfect.  I have more stories (that don’t involve forgetting my kids) than time to account for my imperfections.  However, the friend’s comment made me think.  It made me wonder if that’s how people saw me; as a woman claiming perfection.  Those closest to me know that my reliance on Spanx alone is sufficient to establish my bountiful imperfections.  But, what about those without knowledge of such intimate detail?  What do they think when they see me? When they read what I write or wonder why I do it?

My goal, my intention, is not the pretense of perfection.

I am though, one of those women, who doesn’t quit.

I don’t believe in giving-up, or in settling.

I don’t believe in good enough.

I have little patience, little tolerance, for the status quo.

I believe there is very little self-discipline, personal sacrifice, grit and hard work cannot overcome.  I believe that better is something we all should aspire to.

Author, Jim Collins, said it best in his book Good to Great: Why Some Companies Make the Leap… and Others Don’t

“Good is the enemy of great. And that is one of the key reasons why we have so little that becomes great. We don’t have great schools, principally because we have good schools. We don’t have great government, principally because we have good government. Few people attain great lives, in large part because it is just so easy to settle for a good life.”

I write not to tell the story of how “great” or “good” I am.  I write to offer hope and promise; to encourage a story not yet told; one that defies the prospect of settling.

When tempted to give in to thoughts of discouragement, remember that you CAN do hard things and that this is only a season. Click To Tweet

I write because I believe too many are discouraged, walking around convinced that this is
“as good as it gets.”  I write for the women in a state of both discontent and discouragement – hoping for someone to whisper in their ear that they can do hard things.  Hoping for someone to remind them this season is only a small blip in the greater scheme of their life and that they can do anything for a season.  Hoping for someone to remind them of the truth that God created them on purpose and for a purpose.

The status quo isn’t great but without someone to help point a clear path forward it’s hard to imagine a better option.  Each week it’s my desire to provide a  dose of encouragement – the glimmer of hope and a glimpse of another way.

However you made your way here I am thankful for it and I hope that you’ll come back each week and help to create a community of women speaking into each other.  I hope that you will bring others with you and share my posts with other women that could use them.

Be there,


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