The thing about women is that we always assume the girl next door, the women across the aisle, the mom in the car pool lane, your husband’s best friend’s wife, your cousin, great aunt or the stranger in the dressing room next to you at the mall has it figured out. Whether “it’s” how to balance motherhood with, well, anything else really. Or how to manage her temper or style her hair or stock her fridge or connect with her husband or make new friends.
We’re always certain we’re the only one who feels awkward or incompetent or left out or frumpy or you-name-it.
For nearly two years after we moved to Virginia I assumed that all the other women at church knew each other.
Was I ever wrong. I’m sharing the story over on (in)courage today. Click here to join me, won’t you?