The Dreaded Question . .

It happened. I was at the doctors office and they handed me a form with all the usual questions on it. Including THE question:

What is your title?

I panicked. What should I say? Financial Planner? No, that's not right. Retired? No, not that either. Homemaker? Oh, heck no.

It took all I had in me to stay in the office and not walk out. I think I ended up writing N/A. :)

Some may ask why I don't like the title of homemaker, and it is because I don't "make a home." That sounds antiquated. Besides, my husband "makes our home" when he walks in the door and helps give our son a bath. Shep "makes our home" when he dances in the kitchen while I am doing the dishes. And my sweet friends "make our home" when they trust me with their stories and inspire with their hearts. I definitely am the not the one who "makes our home." I have enough trouble just making dinner!!

All of this got me thinking about the different titles that exist, and especially about the titles that *CAN* elicit a lot of pain for people:

Single.
Unemployed.
Underemployed.
Divorcee.
Married, but in a loveless marriage.
Married, but in a failing marriage.
Victim.
Cancer Patient.
Widow.

The list could go on (and on, and on).

Why does the world even care about our titles? Why do we need a title to give us a sense of worth, validation or approval?





The reality is that all of us have a desire to be seen. I'm not just talking about being around other people and being looked at. I am talking about being SEEN. Hearts exposed. Truly known, and truly loved at the same time.

Since my big transition to being at home, my desire to be seen is at its height. (Side note: Please pray for my husband!). I want to be seen as more than a homemaker. More than a mom. More than a wife. I want to be seen for my heart, and I want to be found WORTHY.

So, this Valentine's Day is going to be different for me for two reasons.



The first is that I am going to rest in the fact that Jesus really does SEE ME, and He has already deemed me worthy. I know that because he died for my sins. In His eyes, I am enough.

The second reason Valentine's Day is going to be different is that I am going to let the people around me know that I see them by writing hand-written notes to a few sweet friends. I want them to know that they are more than their titles, more than their pasts, and more than the balance of their bank accounts.

My favorite blogger, Glennon, says that we belong to each other. This phrase gives me a lot of hope, because I believe that we are to carry each others burdens and love one another since He first loved us. Not because of our titles or our accomplishments, but because we are worthy and we belong to each other.





Thanks for allowing me to be seen, regardless of what I do or how well I can cook.

Hope floats,
Meg