Good morning! Welcome back! Have you seen the quote that says “What messes us up most in life is the picture in our heads of how it is supposed to be”? Have you caught yourself upset because things just didn’t go how you thought they would? Grab your cup of coffee and let’s talk about that for a few minutes.
I am a recovering perfectionist. There! I’ve said it. I recently said this to a group of moms as we were working on our kid’s scrapbooks at school. These books are a collection of memories of Kindergarten and we get to work on them at our leisure. It’s been interesting to me to see all the different styles, some elaborate, some simple. My book is on the simple side, but I am pleased with how it has turned out. I’ve listened in as many of the other ladies compare themselves and their work, thus, the conversation that led me to make my statement.
I get hung up very easily on being perfect in other areas, however. I like my house to be perfectly clean, and the clothes to be hung and folded perfectly, the dishes done, the yard to be…well, you get the picture. This perfection has spilled over to how I view myself. As I’ve gotten older I accept my looks and weight better than in the past but now it’s my personality and flaws that I have a hard time accepting.
I was talking to my cousin recently and I got very real with her. I said that I am really tired of being the one to recognize my flaws, to always be a work in progress, to be the one to change… and, I said, honestly, I want someone else to be at fault. Her response? “Yep. So you can be…’Perfect’! Ouch. I guess I have to own that.
I suppose this tendency is a result of sin and selfishness. If we look around, it doesn’t take long to recognize this blame shifting is everywhere. Very few people take responsibility for what they do or say; there is almost always an excuse. What is at the bottom of this? Could it be that to own a wrong is to admit less than perfection?
As a Christian, I have to let go of perfection. It does not exist in a mere mortal like me. I have to accept that I have never made a perfect choice, or been a perfect mother, daughter, sister, ex-wife or girlfriend. It’s okay to admit this. God has me covered. He has us all covered. If I let that really sink in, it’s a relief. You know why? It’s tiring to keep up the pretense! I can let go. What does God say to me? In 2 Corinthians 12:9 He says, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.”
I see this as a process that God is leading me in…and though I am not “perfect” at letting it go, He is right there with me reminding me that though I am weak, He is strong. I pray that I can boast more gladly in my weaknesses.
Until next week, be blessed,