Sometimes, I get caught up in comparison. I scroll through social media, seeing others with their beautiful, professional photos—so polished, so poised, carrying a kind of wisdom and calm that makes life look effortlessly put together. And in those moments, I can feel a bit less than, a bit messier than everyone else seems to be.
But here’s the real life for me: I wake up with bleary eyes, hair wild and tangled, and I can’t even think straight until that first cup of coffee. Makeup? That’s a rare thing. Shoes? Crocs, if I remember them. And leggings? They’re my everyday wardrobe, my comfort. My car, my trusty 15-year-old sidekick, still gets me where I need to go, and my house? It’s a glorious chaos, a lived-in symphony of kids and clutter that I navigate every single morning as I rush to get everyone out the door.
Yet in the middle of this beautiful mess, I show up. Every day, I show up in the Word, in prayer, in seeking the One who’s the true hero of my story. I don’t need to hold it all together, because He’s the one who does. And I’ve learned that I don’t want to live trying to please others or striving to meet some impossible “put-together” standard. God sees me exactly as I am—bleary eyes, Crocs, leggings, and all—and He loves me right there. There’s no shame in showing up as myself, just as I am.
I’m drawn to others who live this way, who welcome God into their own beautiful chaos. I want to see the behind-the-scenes—their fixer-upper homes, their hearts that love people more than things, their wrinkles earned and worn with pride, their thanks offered to Jesus for every bit of it. I crave stories like that, the real ones, shared freely and without pretense.
So here’s the truth: Don’t be afraid to be who you are, right where you are. Life is a symphony, my friend—a blend of highs and lows, a steady rhythm of staying in your own lane and letting your melody play. Your life, with all its imperfections and beauty, is precious and complete. There’s something sacred about owning the space God has given you, leaning into every raw and honest bit of it, knowing He’s the one orchestrating every note.
I want to walk with people through their stories, to be with them through the mental, physical, and emotional ups and downs. Life is so much richer when we’re willing to be real, to show up as we are—especially when “as we are” doesn’t look perfect.
So here’s my reminder to you (and to me): Let’s show up like we just woke up. Let’s show up unfiltered, honest, knowing that our lives—our lives exactly as they are—are more than enough. Let’s release the need to have it all together, and simply live. Because life is happening right here, right now, and it’s sweeter, richer, and more real when we embrace it as we are, letting God be the centre of our story.
“Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.” – Romans 12:2
Some of us are called to reveal the messy, unfiltered, and brave exposing of the inside—and the plain of the outside. Maybe it’s time to embrace it unashamedly, knowing there’s a purpose in every part of our story, even the unpolished and undone. Life is messy and lovely and carefully orchestrated in ways we can’t always see. Show up and live it with all you’ve got.
Love Sarah x.
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Love love love!!! These new mom days for me often don’t leave much time for me to put the extra effort in. This post encourages me that it’s okay to just be 🤍
Love this!!! 🙌🏽🙌🏽❤️❤️❤️
I’m realizing God is in my story and it doesn’t have to be perfect.