Behind the Smiles: The Life We Don't Post About

It's been a little while since I've sat down to write.

Not because I haven't had anything to say. Quite the opposite, actually. Life has been happening so quickly that I haven't had much time to sit down and process everything, let alone put it into words.

And if I'm being completely transparent, I'm tired.

Not just the kind of tired that a good night's sleep can fix. Although, let's be honest, a full eight hours of uninterrupted sleep would be a blessing all by itself. Can I get an amen? 😂

I'm talking about the kind of tired that comes from carrying so many different emotions at once.

The kind of tired that comes from being a wife, a mother, a daughter, a granddaughter, a college student, and simply a woman trying to navigate everything life throws her way while holding on to her faith.

And here's the thing...

You probably wouldn't know any of that by looking at my social media.

You would see the smiles.

You would see the celebrations.

You would see the proud mom moments.

You would see pictures of family, milestones, and memories being made.

And none of those moments are fake.

The happiness is real.

The gratitude is real.

The joy is real.

But so are the tears that never make it into the pictures.

And that's what I want to talk about today.

Not because I need everyone to know everything I've been going through, but because I know I'm not the only one living a life that looks a little different behind the scenes.

Maybe you are, too.

The Month That Held a Little Bit of Everything

This past month has been a whirlwind.

My grandmother, my beautiful Lita, went home to be with Jesus after 95 blessed years of life.

I celebrated my 45th birthday.

My oldest daughter turned 21. Yes, TWENTY-ONE! I'm still trying to figure out how that happened when I'm pretty sure I was just 21 myself about five minutes ago. 😂

We celebrated my grandmother's life and laid her to rest.

My children started another school year. We had back-to-school night, a cheer performance, and all the excitement that comes with watching your children grow and begin new chapters.

My husband came home from his assignment.

And somewhere in the middle of all of that, college continued.

Because apparently, the closer you get to graduation, the more your professors want to make sure you've earned that degree. Lord, help me! 😂

And tomorrow marks another anniversary of losing my dad.

Just typing that sentence makes my heart ache.

Another year without hearing his voice. Another year without being able to pick up the phone and ask him for advice. Another year of wishing I could tell him everything that has happened.

Another year of learning that grief doesn't disappear simply because time continues moving forward.

And through all of these moments, I've smiled.

I've celebrated.

I've laughed.

I've taken pictures.

I've shown up.

But what those pictures don't show is everything happening in between.

The Parts of Life We Don't Broadcast

We live in a world where sharing our lives has become second nature.

We post the birthday pictures, the family vacations, the accomplishments, the school milestones, and the celebrations.

We share the moments when our children make us proud, when prayers are answered, and when life feels especially beautiful.

And there's nothing wrong with that.

I love celebrating the good things God is doing in my life and in the lives of the people I love.

But sometimes I wonder how many people scroll through social media and quietly think:

Why does everyone else seem to have it all together?

Why does everyone else's marriage look so happy?

Why does everyone else's family seem so perfect?

Why does everyone else seem to be moving forward while I'm struggling just to get through the day?

Here's something I think we all need to remember.

We are often comparing our private struggles to someone else's public moments.

You see the family picture, but you don't see the stressful morning that happened before everyone finally smiled for the camera.

You see the birthday celebration, but you don't see the grief that showed up unexpectedly when someone who should have been there wasn't.

You see the proud college student getting closer to graduation, but you don't see the late nights, the overwhelming assignments, or the moments when she wonders how she's going to get everything done.

You see the mom cheering for her children, but you don't see how emotionally exhausted she might have been when she walked through the doors.

And sometimes, you see someone laughing and assume they're doing just fine.

But laughter doesn't mean someone isn't hurting.

A smile doesn't mean someone isn't grieving.

And a picture-perfect moment doesn't mean someone is living a picture-perfect life.

Sometimes, we're simply doing our best to embrace the beautiful moments while carrying the difficult ones.

And that's okay.

Sometimes the Hardest Part Is Having to Keep Going

One thing I've learned about grief is that the rest of the world doesn't stop moving just because your heart is hurting.

The bills still come.

The laundry still piles up.

The kids still need to get to school.

The assignments still have deadlines.

Dinner still needs to be made.

And somehow, you're expected to keep functioning through all of it.

There are moments when I wish life came with a pause button.

Just a little one.

Something that would allow me to stop everything long enough to process what has happened, cry if I need to, and catch my breath before jumping back into the responsibilities waiting for me.

But life doesn't work that way.

And if you're a parent, you know exactly what I'm talking about.

You can be having the hardest day emotionally, but your child still needs you.

You can be grieving someone you love while simultaneously celebrating something wonderful happening in your child's life.

You can feel completely overwhelmed and still find yourself asking everyone else if they're okay.

Not because your feelings don't matter.

But because life has a way of requiring us to carry multiple things at once.

And sometimes, we become so accustomed to being the person who keeps everything moving that we forget we're allowed to need a moment, too.

We're allowed to be tired.

We're allowed to be overwhelmed.

We're allowed to admit that some days are harder than others.

Being the person, everyone depends on doesn't mean you never need someone to lean on.

And being a woman of faith doesn't mean you're supposed to pretend that everything is always okay.

Faith Doesn't Mean You Never Fall Apart

I think this is something we need to talk about more, especially as Christians.

Somewhere along the way, we can begin to believe that having strong faith means always being strong.

That if we truly trust God, we shouldn't feel overwhelmed.

That if we know our loved ones are with Jesus, we shouldn't grieve so deeply.

That if we're grateful for our blessings, we shouldn't complain about how exhausted we are.

But that's not what Scripture teaches us.

Jesus Himself wept.

In John 11:35, we read those two powerful words:

"Jesus wept." (NIV)

Jesus knew what was about to happen with Lazarus. He knew that death would not have the final word in that moment.

And still, He wept.

That verse reminds me that tears are not evidence of weak faith.

They're evidence of love.

I know where my dad is.

I know where my Lita is.

I believe with my whole heart that because of Jesus, I will see them again.

But that doesn't mean I don't miss them.

It doesn't mean I don't wish I could hear their voices again.

It doesn't mean certain dates don't hurt a little more than others.

And it certainly doesn't mean that I have to smile my way through every difficult moment to prove that I trust God.

I can trust God's promises and still cry over the people I wish were here.

I can be grateful for the life I've been given and still admit that some seasons are exhausting.

I can believe that God is working everything together for good and still not understand why certain things had to happen.

Faith isn't pretending the storm doesn't exist.

Faith is knowing who is with you in the middle of it.

The Beautiful and the Heartbreaking Can Exist Together

This month has reminded me of something I think we sometimes forget.

Life isn't always divided into neat little seasons.

We don't always get to finish grieving before something wonderful happens.

We don't always get to enjoy a celebration without being reminded of someone who is missing.

Sometimes, joy and sorrow sit at the same table.

This month, I celebrated another year of my own life while mourning the loss of someone who lived 95 beautiful years.

I watched my daughter turn 21 while remembering the people who helped shape the woman and mother I've become.

I watched my children begin another school year while wishing my dad could see how much they've grown.

I welcomed my husband home while still trying to process the goodbye we had just said to my grandmother.

And now, as another anniversary of my dad's passing approaches, I find myself thinking about how much life has changed.

How much my children have grown.

How much I've grown.

How many prayers God has answered.

How many things I wish I could tell him.

How much I still need his advice.

And how grateful I am that the faith he taught me continues to carry me through the very moments I wish he were here for.

Ecclesiastes 3:4 reminds us that there is:

"a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance." (NIV)

What I'm learning is that sometimes those moments happen much closer together than we expect.

Sometimes they happen on the very same day.

And that's life.

Beautiful, messy, heartbreaking, exhausting, wonderful life.

Maybe Someone Needed to Read This Today

I don't know what you're carrying right now.

Maybe you've been smiling through a season that has been quietly breaking your heart.

Maybe you're grieving someone while trying to show up for everyone else.

Maybe you're overwhelmed by responsibilities and feel guilty admitting that you're tired.

Maybe you're celebrating something wonderful, but there's an empty chair that makes the celebration feel a little different.

Maybe you've been praying, waiting, working, and wondering when life is finally going to slow down.

Or maybe you're the person everyone assumes is doing just fine because you always seem to have a smile on your face.

I want you to know something.

You don't have to be falling apart publicly for your private struggles to matter.

You don't owe the world an explanation for every difficult moment.

You don't have to share every tear, every disappointment, or every battle you're facing.

Some things are personal.

Some things are sacred.

And some things are simply too difficult to put into words while you're still living through them.

But please don't confuse keeping things private with believing you have to carry them alone.

There's a difference.

You may not be ready to tell the world what you're going through, but you can tell God.

You can call that friend who will pray with you.

You can lean on the people who love you.

You can admit that you need help.

And you can give yourself permission to rest without feeling guilty for not getting everything done.

Matthew 11:28 says:

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." (NIV)

Notice that Jesus didn't say, "Come to me once you've figured everything out."

He didn't say, "Come to me when you're done crying."

He didn't say, "Come to me when you've checked everything off your to-do list and finally have your life together."

He said to come when we're weary.

When we're burdened.

When we're tired.

And I don't know about you, but that invitation sounds pretty wonderful right about now.

So, Where Have I Been?

I've been living.

I've been loving my family.

I've been celebrating milestones.

I've been grieving losses.

I've been watching my children grow.

I've been working toward a degree that represents a new chapter in my life.

I've been missing my dad.

I've been missing my Lita.

I've been laughing, crying, praying, studying, celebrating, and occasionally wondering what day of the week it is. 😂

I've been grateful.

I've been overwhelmed.

And sometimes, I've been both before finishing my morning coffee.

But through it all, God has been faithful.

Not because every day has been easy.

Not because I've handled every moment perfectly.

And certainly not because I've had everything under control.

But because even in the moments when I felt like I was barely keeping up, He never stopped walking beside me.

And maybe that's what I want you to take away from this blog.

The next time you see someone smiling in a picture, remember that you might not know everything they're carrying.

The next time someone seems a little quieter than usual, extend a little grace.

The next time a friend crosses your mind, send the text.

The next time someone tells you they're tired, don't assume they just need more sleep.

And the next time you look at your own life and wonder why you can't seem to hold everything together as effortlessly as everyone else appears to...

Remember that you're seeing their moments, not their entire story.

We're all carrying something.

We're all navigating seasons that other people may never fully understand.

And we're all in need of a little more grace than we probably realize.

So be kind to people. Be gentle with yourself. And don't forget to check on the ones who always seem to be doing okay.

Sometimes, the strongest-looking person in the room is simply the one who has gotten really good at holding back tears until everyone else goes to bed.

And if that person is you...

I pray that tonight, you find a little rest.

I pray that tomorrow feels a little lighter.

I pray that God sends someone to remind you that you're loved, seen, and not forgotten.

And I pray that you remember this:

You don't have to have a picture-perfect life to have a life filled with God's goodness.

You don't have to be happy every moment to be grateful.

You don't have to stop grieving to keep living.

And you don't have to be strong every second to have strong faith.

Sometimes, the most faithful thing we can do is simply whisper:

"Lord, I'm tired. I need You."

And trust that He hears us.

Even when nobody else knows what we're going through.

Still smiling. Still grieving. Still growing. Still trusting God through all of it.

With love, faith, and a heart that's learning to give itself a little grace,

Raquel 🤍 

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