Not As Much..

So its 2009 and I am turning 34 in May where exactly has all that time gone!

I am officially the age where I am supposed to join the ranks of the soccer mum. You know super woman who comes with: SUV, blond foils, perfect house, beautiful well behaved children, seemingly perfect life,  standing on the side lines while those perfect children live the dreams we failed at.

In 2008 I could feel myself slipping into the soccer mum groove. I had lost sight of who I was and why I am here in Melbourne. Too much time spent with the PFA mothers and pretending Ive got it together.  It would be oh so easy to forget our pledge to live the simple life and love those less fortunate than ourselves and simply blend in with the crowd but it is not who God has asked me to be and perhaps that is why I have been feeling unhappy lately?

I love my kids and support them where I can and of course want them to be a star at something but I cant be a soccer mums,  its all about appearances and quiet frankly I am not very good at pretending everything is bright and shiny. For a start I do not have perfect children (my 4 yr old believes rules are for other people), my house is never tidy (accept for about 30secs post cleaning once a week) and I will NOT drive and SUV not so much because they are an environmental disaster, which of course they are, but because I would never be able park the thing and I hate blond foils.

But really the whole middle class soccer mum thing just does not fit with my core values

So what to do? ………well I’ll tell you what I did,  I just spent 3hrs at the hairdressers and now have dark chocolate hair with purple ends- yes purple. I am looking forward to the first day of term when I see some of the mothers again I am sure they will be polite but who knows what they really think.

But my new hair is just symbolic…… I am determined to live this year as the woman God wants me to be.  To do that I will have to put aside the fear of not being in the “in” crowd and step way out of my comfort zone. I will have to love the “unlovely” again and ask God for compassion and zeal. I will have to push away the desire to be normal and act the was society wants me to act - To be a revolutionary, Quiet frankly that scares me witless but I am determined to do it and now I have a reminder that goes with me and I will see it whenever I look in the mirror

So please pray for me that I will have the endurance to see this thing through and the determination to not fit in but bust out and be as bold as my new hair

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