Cakewalks and Cupcakes.

I was just sitting down this evening to bare my soul.

“‘Bout what?” you ask?…

‘Bout this.

I worry often that by displaying the best parts of our days and the best photographs in our albums and the grandest parties of our year that I, unwittingly, make my life seem like a cakewalk.

Which in and of itself wouldn’t be a huge deal.

Lots of people seemingly have cakewalks for lives, don’t they?..

And so I guess what I really worry about is that, in assuming my life is a cakewalk, you might then go on to calculate that my faith is in direct correlation to all the blessing I so ardently display on my blog. “Of course she loves God!” you might think. “She has parties every other day and her marriage is a dream and her kids are so perfectly well-behaved.” It makes me look like the “type” of person who goes to church because, again…why wouldn’t I? I have a white picket fence. My husband is better than Magic Mike. Life is perfect. 

And so I’ve been looking for the opportunity to speak to you, my dear friends, when life isn’t all hearts and flowers. When there isn’t an “aha” moment at the end of my day, a tidy little lesson to brighten up the drudgery. When I feel like a failure and a loser and a poor excuse for not only a wife, a mother, a friend and a housekeeper, but a Christian. These days happen more often than they do not, but who thinks to sit down and blog in such misery?

Well…this girl right here.

The circumstances were perfect for a parade of transparency and normality…

I haven’t showered today. I walked away like sad Charlie Brown when my baby girl screamed at me when I put her in bed. I burst into tears at the sight of my filthy laundry room that leads to my filthy kitchen that leads to all the other filthy parts of my house. I haven’t shown my husband the love and respect he deserves. I have been self-absorbed. My heart was so captured by the sermon on Sunday and I haven’t done one thing about it. Our dining chairs are so old they squeak every time we even think of picking up our forks. I have a huge blemish on my chin. I need to trim my…ahem…”facial hair”. I have old, deep heart issues of unforgiveness and bitterness that continue to flare up. Our white picket fence looks neglected and awful, and both gates have fallen off of their hinges. I have been a failure at Christian fellowship and discipleship. Our minivan smells like ketchup and dirty diapers. I have yelled at my kids a couple of times this week. I’m out of coffee. I am already absolutely overwhelmed by my duties as a stay-at-home mom, and have my first year of homeschool on the horizon. I spend way too much time on the internet. I keep forgetting to live for the world to come instead of the one I’m in right now…

And that’s just off the top of my head.

So here I was, in the zone of transparency, depressed, discouraged, gritty (and yes, maybe a little stinky) and had literally just sat down at the computer to type it all out and show you who the REAL Mrs. Gore is…

when our doorbell rang.

You won’t believe what was on the other side…


My beloved little friend, Leslie, had sent a tray of red velvet cupcakes up the hill with her husband, complete with a little hand-stamped note of encouragement.

My grittiness, depression and discouragement evaporated at the sight of them, and although none of the things I shared with you above have changed very much…

my perspective has.

My life may not be a cakewalk…

but tonight, it is most definitely a cupcake.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a date with that guy up there.


In the mood to find out more about the real Mrs. Gore? Read one of my old favorites from the archives: Swinging Low.

9 thoughts on “Cakewalks and Cupcakes.

  1. Thank you so much for this!!! When I saw that I had gotten an email that you had blogged…I thought to myself….I hate to admit it really….but I thought I really do not want to read about how perfect her life is and how great things are going in her life! And then I read it….humbling is all I can say! I must be less and he must be more! Thank you so much!

  2. I started following your blog when I read your Magic Mike segment…I grabbed it from my precious friend Barbara Biagini’s wall. I truly needed to hear this today…so from my heart…Thank You for sharing your imperfections with all of us less than perfect!

  3. Thank you for this post, I really needed this today. My life may look like a cakewalk to some from the outside, but the Lord knows my true heart condition and what really goes on in my home. All of the things you said I can totally relate to, I’m also a stay at home mom. We have two little ones and my hubby works very hard to provide for us, but unfortunately right now he is having to work out of town. I enjoy your blog, I’ve been reading it ever since your “Magic Mike Who?” post and you have truely blessed me! I pray that people will see Christ in me and that He is still working on me, I don’t have it all together by any means, but He helps me through it! Thank you, Mrs. Gore, for your honesty and for your humor!

  4. Just remember that even when you (and I) seem like complete failures…we can find rest knowing that Jesus WASN’T. And that perfect tract record has been attributed to us!! Also, I love your blog! I’ve never felt as though your life was too perfect!! In fact, I like to read your blog because I feel like it’s real life. So thank you!!

  5. You are a blessing! Thanks for the REAL POST. I am a grandma with 9 grandkids and twins soon to be born – to make 11. I had four children and my husband is a pastor, and I homeschooled my children. My daughter home schools her 2. So, you are being an encourager to us. I appreciate it!

  6. What a great post, thank you! And that is one good lookin’ cupcake 😉
    Hope you enjoyed it, funny how a little loving kindness can rearrange your day, huh?

  7. Like Michelle, I started reading your blog after your Magic Mike post. I appreciate your honesty and humility. Thank you for being real. I will pray for you and your Godly family.

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