A Woman's Worth - Grow Up, Not Old, Part 5

I write what I know is true, but I struggle to live that truth. I want to do what’s right, but sometimes I don’t know what is right.  I fear disappointing God, yet I know His love for me is fixed.  I am His daughter. His love will never falter.  I know this.  But sometimes I don’t.  What if I fail because I didn’t “do it right?”  What if my children are suffering because I missed an important parenting principle? What if our grandchildren don’t see me as a safe place or confidant or fun because I disappointed them, sometimes because I’m just a sinner or thoughtless or insensitive.  What if “it’s” never enough, always more is needed and I just can’t keep up?  There is that “do, do, do” mentality ruling my soul.  The older I get, the more I know I’m off track and the more impossible the journey feels.  And yet, once I was young and frankly, the struggle hasn’t changed.  The feelings are familiar.  But what about my "need" to build a legacy of faith and family.  Isn't that my task, my calling? What if I don't do it "right?" And really, who is going to care about anything "I did" two or three generations from now? It's all a bit depressing, don't you think?
I asked our daughter-in-law, Laura,

Our beautiful Laura

to share some of her thoughts on “growing up, not old” especially in the context of our culture’s fascination with youth and physical beauty.  As always, her writing articulates in a unique way, what women need to hear and goes deep, way beyond the superficial physical struggles.  Her writing is the “no-fluff” zone.  Let this introduction entice you to read her whole post on  Laura's Blog - A Blank White Page and like me, you might feel a burden rolling off your back as she shares her own conclusions after asking this question in her post, 
A Woman's Worth:

Where is the meaning in all of this – this one life, one page, I have to write on?

When someone puts it like that I start to panic, quite honestly.  Because for some reason I have always been acutely aware of the brevity and constraint of my own humanity. And suddenly I become like Alice’s rabbit, with a clock in my hand the the mantra, “Late!  There’s not enough time!” or “I’m missing it1”  Though if you pressed me I couldn’t quite articulate just what it is I’ve missed exactly. I am only scrambling through Wonderland convinced that I’m missing the party.  It’s urgency and aimlessness, bound together as one. I know I have something to do but I haven’t figured out what it is just  yet. Someone I am supposed to be. But I’m certain I’m not her.
[The Rest of the Story - A Woman's Worth by Laura Betters]

Growing Up with you!
Sharon