I have a confession. I’m a perfectionist.
Being a perfectionist plagues me on a daily basis.
I want to do something, but my perfectionist alter-ego says it would be a failure. So I don’t even try. It is a morale killer. A joy killer and often a desire-to-obey-God killer.
“If I can’t do it perfectly, I shouldn’t do it at all.”
Normally, I’d read Ps. 19:14 (May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable to you.), and I’d thinking the psalmist is asking God to check the CONTENT for appropriateness.
Today? Not so much.
Today it hit me that the writer could have been having trouble with perfectionism, too. As in, Please, God, this is the best I can do and it’s as far from perfect or complete as it can be, so please accept this as the best I’m capable of doing – at this moment.
I find that reassuring. Someone else who missed the mark.
God never called me to be perfect. He created me, so He knows what a joke that would be.
But He did call me to obey. When I lean on His perfection, all things are possible. It is in my weakness that His strength gets to shine.
This post is late. In fact, I started it months ago. My honest explanation is that I just couldn’t get it done. The perfection of weekly posts that show up exactly on time was too much for me of late. So, I’m doing the best I can do.
Isn’t that what God really wants? He wants our best. Some days that may be more than on other days, but our best under the spotlight of Jesus’ all is magnified a million times over.
Thanks so much for stopping by today. I’ve prayed that you would focus on God’s perfection and see yourself through His eyes today.
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Being a perfectionist is something like when everything comes out the way you want it to. Even if you pride yourself on being pretty rational in your approach to work, but it does not happen, just believe in yourself.
Every perfectionist must necessarily control his inner impulses. This will help to cope with the irreconcilable desire to be perfect in everything.