The Method: Approving Changes

Breakaway

  I recently stumbled upon a blog that I found… well, depressing, to be honest. My very first clue was at the very top of her blog, the very first thing a blog-reader sees: Proverbs 31:27 “She watches over the affairs of her house and does not eat the bread of idleness.”

  Her blog archives are organized by category:

  Being a Homemaker

  Being a Parent

  Being Married… Frugal… Healthy… Organized… Crafty…

 Most telling of all? Her ‘About Me’ blurb:

“I'm a Christian wife and a stay-at-home mom to a first grader, a pre-schooler and an adorable baby boy. My blog began as a journal about my world, but has transitioned to accommodate a growing audience. I am passionate about being a good "Household Manager" and love to encourage women and parents in the areas of cooking, organizing and frugal living.”

  This precious lady has succeeded. She fits the mold 100%. She has had every precious, treasured part of her heart stolen, then crammed and stuffed it into the mold of a Good-Christian-Conservative-Wife-and-Mother. And my heart breaks for her.

  Why the big deal? What exactly am I getting at here? What is this ‘mold’ I’m talking about?

  This is what I’m talking about… Where is this lady? She is buried beneath attaining Proverbs 31. Who is she? No one really knows. She is defined by positions: Wife. Mother. Homemaker. Let me be clear- these are Important. Invaluable. Priceless. But not all there is- not a final definition.

  But what does her heart bleed over? What are her passions and dreams, the essence of her. Not the part of her that is a homemaker, mother, and wife. No, that part is loud and clear… because that’s all the mold allows.

  I mean her. The core of her heart. The part that screams in the silence of the night that there is more. That she was created for more. That she can make a difference. That her essence can not be defined by her position, or by the boundaries the church places around her, or by the requirements society places on her.

  The part that screams that the most precious pieces of her are being killed by the mold.

  I’m not just talking about one blogger. I’m talking about you. About us. I pray that you find the strength and ability to see past the mold, to see what could be.

I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly

Do what it takes till I touch the sky

Gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change

And Breakaway.

                                                                                    Breakaway, Kelly Clarkson