Thursday, October 27, 2005

From Captivating

UNSEEN, UNSOUGHT, AND UNCERTAIN

" I know I am not alone in this nagging sense of failing to measure up, a feeling of not being good enough as a woman. Every woman I've ever met feels it-something deeper than just the sense of failing at what she does. An underlying, gut feeling of failing at who she is. I am not enough, and, I am too much at the same time. Not pretty enough, not thin enough, not kind enough, not gracious enough, not disciplined enough. But too emotional, too needy, too sensitive, too strong, too opinionated, too messy. The result is Shame, the universal companion of women. It haunts us, nipping at our heals, feeding on our deepest fear that we will end up abandoned and alone.

After all, if we were better women-whatever that means-life wouldn't be so hard. Right? We wouldn't have so many struggles; there would be less sorrow in our hearts. Why is it so hard to create meaningful friendships and sustain them? Why do our days seem so unimportant, filled not with romance and adventure but with duties and demands? We feel unseen, even by those who are closest to us. We feel unsought-that no one has the passion or the courage to pursue us, to get past our messiness to find the woman deep inside. And we feel uncertain-uncertain what it even means to be a woman; uncertain what it truly means to be feminine; uncertain if we are or ever will be.

Aware of our deep failings, we pour contempt on our own hearts for wanting more. Oh, we long for intimacy and for adventure; we long to be the beauty of some great story. But the desires set down deep in out hearts seem like a luxury, granted only to those women who get their acts together. The message to the rest of us-whether from a driven culture or a driven church-is try harder."

From Captivating by John and Stasi Eldredge

3 comments:

Sue said...

Warning, this book made me cry, no, sob, deep down awful, snotty faced, swollen eyed sobbing. And then I had nightmares where every wound I had was played out for me. Four of them; major wounds. Terrible! I didn't want to finish reading it. I couldn't believe that someone, anyone, else felt these same things and then wrote a book about it. I am so glad I persevered, the best parts of it are coming up.

Michelle said...

Yeah, I'm finding that me who is usually a fast reader is going through this book rather slowly. There is just so much to take in and process. It has hit me rather deeply in spots already. This particular part I read over and over again and kept thinking about it all week so decided to share it. It just fits me, the truth in it for me was startling.

Miss-buggy said...

I understand the truth part. This hit me hard. I have read it twice and the sad thing is that I almost feel like I need to do it again. I cried but I felt like I was holding myself back, not allowing myself to feel. It is a good book. Opened my eyes that I was not alone in the way that I felt. Let yourself feel it or you will find yourself re-reading it again. They did an awsome job. Opened doors and thoughts for me that I thought we non-existent. Well, at least I hoped they were.
Take it slow. I did too. Have the kleenex ready.