I wish we’d live in freedom.
I wish we’d stop second-guessing ourselves and wondering if we’re getting “it” right.
I wish we’d embrace our imperfections.
I wish we’d stop thinking, “Just a few more pounds, then I’ll be pretty.”
I wish we’d let go of the fear we’re not enough.
I wish we’d stop accepting the mold of what society thinks a woman should be or do.
I wish we’d trash the lies that whisper, “You just need to do a little more.”
I wish we’d stop judging the woman next to us.
I wish we’d stop pretending we have it altogether.
And I wish we’d give others the freedom to do the same.
I wish for a willingness to be seen without the protective coating.
I wish for arms thrown wide and hearts ready to be spilt.
I wish for women to be free to be themselves.
I wish for grace to cover our imperfections.
I wish for the humility to extend community and grace to others.
What do you wish?
So powerful, Jessica. I especially love the part about freedom for others to do the same . . . it seems, for me, I welcome others to live it all out and am hardest on myself. Such powerful wishes. Thank you for sharing!
Me too, Sarah. Thanks for sharing.
I wish for a 36 hour day…haha. No, I really wish that we could stop living in guilt that says “You didn’t finish your to-do list today. You’re a failure.” I wish we would live in the reality of the life God has blessed us with instead of wishing for that one thing that would just make our life perfect (like daily wishing to be a stay-at-home mom when the reality is I have to work to make ends meet, but God has given me an amazing job and free childcare…still I forget to be thankful).
I wish for the worry to be gone, that fear that we are going to royally mess up our kids.