This quote runs through my mind a lot these days. No such thing as a good hair day with a newborn.
In the last days of pregnancy, I was tired, swollen and having a hard time looking at myself in the mirror because I didn't recognize the woman looking back at me. Mom told me to stop looking in the mirror so much and to stop believing lies. Lies like my value is found in my appearance, no one loves me unless I am fit and beautiful, and that my identity is wrapped up in the way that I look.
These are lies the world batters us down with every time we turn on the TV or scroll through our social media feed. I want to fight it! I want being a woman to mean more to me, more to all of us.
While not as large or as swollen postpartum, I still feel like I am living and moving in a strangers body. Some days it really gets me down, others, I look at my beautiful thriving boy, stick my head in Scripture, and get my heart in the right place. In this place, I know that how I look on the outside is of no significance in God's kingdom. What my heart looks like is the only thing that matters.
Raising our boy, and any children that may follow him, is the greatest job I will have in life and the most important. The enemy knows that and he will try to weaken my and steal my joy any way he can. He doesn't want me to succeed in raising men and women that further God's Kingdom and you know what? I won't if my main priority is how I look.
I'm praying that I spend my time concerned about the holy things God has assigned to me to do with my time on earth instead of how my hair looks.