Crooked Picture Frames.

I’ve never been someone who liked asking for help. Not because I thought I could do everything on my own or out of some stubborn pride, but because I didn’t want to feel like a nuisance. Whether it was needing someone to pick up the kids from school or a simple home repair, I’d often wait—hoping someone, usually my husband, would notice or offer. The weight of asking felt heavy, as though I were imposing on others’ lives.

One day, I decided I wanted to hang up some picture frames. It seemed simple enough, so I didn’t think twice about grabbing a hammer and getting to work. But by the time I was finished, every single one was crooked. I don’t even know how that happened, but no matter what I did, I couldn’t seem to straighten them out. And in that moment, I felt like a failure.

It’s funny how something as simple as hanging a frame can unravel more than a wall—it can unravel the self. Suddenly, the crooked picture frames became a reflection of everything else I’d tried and fallen short at. I started thinking about how I’ve never been able to replicate a recipe quite right, how painting a wall always leaves streaks, or how I’ve poured effort into things and never seen a return. And just like that, the enemy found a little crack in my heart, one moment of frustration, to slip in doubt.

That day wasn’t about crooked picture frames—it was about letting imperfection get to me. I allowed the enemy to whisper lies about my worth and capability, all because I felt like I couldn’t get something right. And yet, the truth is, those frames? They don’t determine my worth. They don’t define my value or my ability to love and serve others.

But it’s hard sometimes, isn’t it? To not let those crooked frames—whether they’re on our walls or in our hearts—convince us that we’re failing. It’s hard to ask for help when we feel like we should have it all together. And it’s even harder to silence the voice that says we aren’t enough when things don’t go as planned.

I’m learning that I don’t need to be perfect. Crooked frames can be straightened with a little help, recipes can still be delicious even if they don’t look like the picture, and streaky walls? They remind me that I’m trying, and that’s enough. And while it may take me days to ask for help, that’s okay too. Because asking isn’t a burden—it’s a reminder that I don’t have to do life alone.

So here’s to crooked picture frames and all the other messy, imperfect parts of life. They remind me that grace fills the gaps and that, in the eyes of my Heavenly Father, I am always enough.

“Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.” —1 Peter 5:8

Love Sarah x.

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