Assuming Her Life Must Be Easy, But Really, It’s Not

One of my friends (we’ll call her Hannah) has been slightly overweight all of her adult life. We never discussed it much as she never felt hindered by it, nor expressed desire to change it. Then, unexpectedly one day Hannah admitted to me that she had admired one woman in particular for nearly 20 years who was married to her husband’s colleague. Hannah almost-resentfully stared at the woman’s incredibly fit and slim figure at every work function. Then, at their most recent corporate gathering, Hannah was shocked to see that this same woman had gained some weight due to hormonal changes and major family problems causing her stress.

Hannah learned that this woman who Hannah had built up in her mind as having a very “easy life” – blessed with money and model-like genes – had spent the last 20 years in regimented self-discipline, following a healthy diet and strict work out schedule to avoid the actual genetic makeup of her overweight family. Hannah proceeded in a somber tone, confessing to me that she had spent an embarrassing amount of time judging and envying the woman as having an “easy” life. She confessed quietly, “I guess some women really do work for it.” She wrongly assumed the woman’s strong body and groomed appearance were as natural as the weather. She also wrongly assumed that money ensured happiness in their marriage.

My friend isn’t the only one who made a wrong assumption and believed the “lie of ease”.

If you have read my About Me page, you know I love watching QVC when I have time. Over the summer, I saw this stunning woman selling beauty cream. She was a vendor, not a QVC host. I was mesmerized by her beauty and really tuned in when she mentioned her age. I could not imagine that this woman was around my age when her figure was so slim and her skin so flawless. I stared at the kitchen television wondering what it must be like to have life “so easy”…a dream job, a spectacular face and body…

Then, I saw her again about a month later, pitching her products. In passing, she mentioned how having a regular routine was helping through a health struggle. Now, I was really intrigued about her age, children’s ages and this health issue. So, I googled her. To my deep sadness, I learned that she is battling a serious cancer diagnosis. She simply chooses to still pull herself together, do her hair and go to work, no matter how tired she is.

I was so angry with myself. I literally made a sweeping assumption that a woman who got a terrific job, who does extensive traveling and has the skin of a 25-year old must go home to chandeliers, servants and ease.

A little bit of effort on the outside tends to make onlookers (most but not all) think a woman’s “life must be easy” in all aspects.

Unlike when we were in our 20’s, effort is usually (for most women, not all) required just to reach “decent”. Why? Because by the time most of us are over 40, we’ve been through some stuff. We’re a bit worn out. We’ve cried a lot. We’ve grieved, been passed over, treated less-than and raised teenagers. Hormone changes begin, leaving sagging skin and soft muscles. Even mild effort is required just to feel decent, let alone look presentable.

This “making it look easy” goes beyond our appearance. People who also put in even a small amount of effort housekeeping, raising their kids, or volunteering, receive assumptions that they “have nothing else to do”. “If they can bake the brownies, they must not be that busy.” “Must be nice to have time to run the school fundraiser.” “Who has time to attend every one of Johnny’s games?” They too only have 24-hours in a day, they just decide to give up some Netflix to help out and support others.

I know better. The grass isn’t greener, it’s just different grass. It’s rare that I fall into assumptions any more, but occasionally I do. The truth is, when we admire something in someone else, there is usually considerable mental discipline and/or physical effort they are expending when we are not watching.

Excruciatingly few, if any, humans truly have it “easy”.

I’m Going to Read the Entire Bible – This Week!

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I have days when I’m disappointed with the amount of time I’m spending on worldly routine vs. the time I’m spending connecting with God. About six times a year, I resolve to “get better” with my spiritual disciplines. These (often unrealistic) resolutions usually go something like this:  Get out of bed earlier every single day for the rest of my life. Join yet another bible study. Serve in a new ministry. Read the entire bible this week. Next week, study one chapter each day with a highlighter, pen, and concordance.

Three days into the New-Year’s-Ish resolutions, I’m either laughing out loud at my foolishness, or berating myself for being “less than I should be” as a follower of God.

There are 4 quick certainties that emerge:

1)    I am living in the real world. I have a massive amount of family responsibilities, obligations, jobs to work, bills to pay, difficult people to deal with, and so on. Why do I continue to think I should somehow live at a super-human level? This is one of my many self-imposed perfectionist lies that I silently nurture.

2)    I cannot compare my everyday life to other Christians. I have been known to hold myself mentally to the same standards as:  A.) Moms who have hired weekly house and kids’ help, freeing them up for lots of bible studies and volunteer time; B.) older, wiser women who I wrongly assume have always been as mature, wise, and patient as they are at 70 years old.

3)    Obedience isn’t perfection. I can be faithful today, without having read my bible this morning. In fact, I suspect that God would appreciate me getting out more ;). There will be mornings when prayer time is turning off the radio on the way to school and offering a quick blessing before teenagers jump out of the vehicle.

4)    There will be no reading of the entire bible in one week. Why? Even in the rare event that I could skip out on my life to just read all day, I have found that Hebrews 4:12 takes over. As I sit down at the kitchen table, determined to read 75 of the 150 Psalms in one morning 🙂, I am convicted. I am frustrated. I am awed – and that’s just in the first 5 minutes. The Word slows me down. Every verse is a challenge to rise higher, live kinder, love more, and exercise greater faith…. I need way more time than a week.