Abby McDonald epitomizes the word “real.” She has a heart for sharing the deep roots of her faith and the roads she daily travels as a wife, mom, and woman of God. Abby’s faith is no cookie-cutter Christianity—hers is lived out embracing imperfection, in spite of personal struggle, and with great hope in God’s promise to never leave our side. I welcome you to join us at the table, to allow Abby’s heart story to meet yours, and share with us in some Real Conversation…
There is a vast difference between hearing words and actually believing them. For most of my life, I did the former.
To say I took things with a grain of salt was an understatement. I used the entire shaker.
My grandmother never missed an opportunity to tell me I was beautiful. I would give her an obligatory smile and think as her grandchild, she was required to say that. I didn’t see what she saw.
I measured my worth by my ability to perform and to please others.
But beauty? It was too subjective. Too personal. So when I heard pastors preach on grace and tell me God wanted a personal relationship with me, the concept felt foreign. The Creator of the Universe wanted to know me? What did I have to offer Him?
My unbelief led me down a road of poor decisions and an endless search for love in places that could never fill me. To say I was a mess would be an understatement.
I only shared the version of me I thought would be accepted and wondered why my life felt empty and aimless.
I floated from one relationship to another, wondering why this deep ache inside me was never satiated by anything I did.
I projected my insecurities onto others; I pushed them further away.
When I was in my twenties, God sent me someone who stayed. Even when he saw the flaws, quirks, and frailties, his resolve was unmoved.
After marriage, a cross-country move and the delivery of our first child, he saw darkness in me I was sure would send him running. Postpartum depression consumed me and I flailed for something familiar in a world which seemed foreign and lonely.
I was failing in all of the ways I based my worth. I couldn’t perform as a new wife and mother. Most days, I couldn’t even get my baby to stop crying. On days when I didn’t think I could make it another round, I would simply place my head on the pillow and say, “Help me, God.”
There wasn’t one “aha” moment or lightning bolt, but there were steady strokes of grace.
Each time God reached out through a person, a printed word, or gesture, my heart softened. A year after my son was born, I sat in a MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) meeting and realized I didn’t have to perform to be loved.
I could just be me.
“And if by grace, then it cannot be based on works; if it were,
then grace would no longer be grace.” Romans 11:6
I listened to stories of sleepless nights and temper tantrums. I saw women be vulnerable and real so His light could shine though them, unhindered by the front of self-sufficiency.
When we are transparent with each other, God’s supernatural love takes tangible form. [<==== Click to Tweet]
We see Him in the sunrise and in the majesty of mountain peaks, but one of the greatest ministries Jesus has given us here on earth is relationships. After all, He gave up His omnipresence and heavenly home to become human; to have a relationship with each one of us.
As I saw my husband’s steadfast love and the authenticity of my new community, I began to see myself as God did for the very first time. And what I now see fully is this:
I am not beautiful because someone else says I am. I am beautiful because I am His.
Abby McDonald is a mom, wife and southern girl who fell in love with writing at a young age. She started Fearfully Made Mom because she felt God gently pushing her to share her writing with others who may feel alone in their struggles with self-doubt, accepting God’s grace, and finding their identity in Christ. Her desire is to show women they are fearfully and wonderfully made by a God who will relentlessly pursue them, even during their darkest times. When she’s not chasing her two little boys around, Abby enjoys hiking, photography, reading, and consuming copious amounts of coffee with friends. Abby would love to connect with you on her blog, Twitter, Facebook, and Pinterest.
My friends and I invite you to join us over the next few weeks for more Real Conversation. If you’ve missed any so far, we welcome you in:
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