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In his book, In the Name of Jesus, priest, theologian, and writer Henri Nouwen tells a story about leaving the academic world to live in a community of people with intellectual disabilities. He wrote:
 
The first thing that struck me when I came to live [in that community] was that their liking or disliking of me had absolutely nothing to do with any of the many useful things I had done until then. Since nobody could read my books, the books could not impress anyone, and since most of them never went to school, my twenty years at Notre Dame, Yale, and Harvard did not provide a significant introduction…
 
…Not being able to use any of the skills that had proved so practical in the past was a real source of anxiety. I was suddenly faced with my naked self, open for affirmations and rejections, hugs and punches, smiles and tears, all dependent simply on how I was perceived at the moment. In a way, it seemed as though I was starting my life all over again. Relationships, connections, reputations could no longer be counted on.
 
This experience was and, in may ways, is still the most important experience of my new life, because it forced me to rediscover my true identity. These broke, wounded, and completely unpretentious people forced me to let go of my relevant self—the self that can do things, show things, prove things, build things—and forced me to reclaim that unadorned self in which I am completely vulnerable, open to receive and give love regardless of any accomplishments.
 
That bareness, that exposure, that inability to hide behind a thick layer of accomplishments or usefulness or whatever it is we tend to clothe ourselves with—it scares me. 
 
I want to feel secure. I want to know that when the proverbial spotlight is on me, I don’t have broccoli on my teeth or a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt. I want people to think I’m helpful to have around or that what I have to say is smart and witty and thoughtful. 
 
So I constantly evaluate myself accordingly. I overanalyze my accomplishments, my to-dos, even whether or not I talked too much or laughed too loudly at a party. I crave approval from social media and my family and friends, and if that approval doesn’t appear, then the insecurity does. 
 
Yet what would it look like to be naked and unashamed, so to speak? To stand before our friends and family and the world and God with our “unadorned self” and know that no matter our scars and scrapes, our failures or even our fortunes, we are okay?
 
For me, motherhood has stripped me bare of my relevant self in so many ways. I've struggled to find my footing, to feel like my days are meaningful and purposeful when much of what I do is grocery shop (also, how are we out of food again?!) and change diapers. And while I believe all that ordinary work does truly matter, often my struggle has more to do with believing whether or not I matter.
 
We all want to matter, don't we? But even when in our heads we know we have a purpose and see we have a community who loves us and a God who created us, we still often try to prove our worth and manage our image. Because, like Nouwen also said, "[M]any of us suffer from deep-seated, low self-esteem and are walking around with the constant fear that someday someone will unmask the illusion and show that we are not as smart, as good, or as lovable as the world was made to believe.”
 
But friend, God is not fooled by any illusion about who you are. He doesn't need you to prove your relevant self to him. He knows you, loves you, and securely holds you in his hand, regardless of what you have to offer him. And so we can live and work and do what God's called us to do already secure in his love, not in an exhausting attempt to gain it.
 
Your unadorned, vulnerable self–and all the baggage that comes with it–will not keep God from loving you. 
 
May we not let it keep us from accepting his love, either.
 

Much love,

Sarah

 

 
"Through Jesus Christ, we are relieved of the burden of having to prove our goodness, the weight of our rightness resting completely on Him…[W]hen we are no longer troubled with maintaining our own goodness, we can partake of the goodness around us.”
–Hannah Anderson
 

 

for your mind, body, and soul

 
Everything Sad is Untrue quickly climbed the ladder to be one of my favorite books. Written from the perspective of a 12-year-old boy, this memoir of an Iranian refugee who settled in Oklahoma with his mom and sister made me want to laugh, cry, and immediately head to the kitchen to learn how to make Iranian dishes. If there's one book you read this year, let it be this one.
 
These cinnamon rolls really were pretty dang good.
 
“In the weeks following the birth of my fourth, I’m in familiar territory. I’ve been through this cycle—feeling anxious and panicky, crafting a false narrative to fit those symptoms, combatting that narrative with truth, and then slowly trying to calm my body. I stare at the ceiling and take deep breaths. It takes me at least an hour to settle down, even though I know in my head what’s real and what’s not. My body just needs time to believe it. But the kids are okay. I’m okay." In my latest essay for Coffee + Crumbs, I'm sharing about postpartum anxiety and the roller coaster of emotions that comes with it.
 
“The question, ‘What will God do about the disinherited and ripped apart bodies of the world?’ can be seen as a central question of religion. Either give me a bodily resurrection or God must step aside. He is of no use to us.Esau McCaulley once again opens my eyes to so much I never thought about and points me to the resurrection hope we have.
 
Fellow writer friends, have you tried not writing? This piece at McSweeney's hit a little too close to home. (Also, if you just want to know how the book writing is going for me, just read this article, and you'll have a pretty accurate idea.)
 
I’m not vegan, but I love these vegan lemon bars from Minimalist Baker. I made them this week for a teacher appreciation lunch at my kids’ school—then 45 minutes before I had to drop them off, I realized they had to be in the fridge for 4+ hours. Oops. Make sure you leave time for them to chill in the fridge! 
 
If you made it this far in my newsletter, you're probably more detail-oriented and observant than the average person. So you may have noticed it's May, and once again, I'm sending out my newsletter a tad late. Just pretend there are 31 days in April. :)
 
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