Yesterday I scrubbed my kitchen floor; all 200 tiles on my hands and knees. I went to bed with the thought that I might do it again today. I was hoping to get it even cleaner. I puffy cloud of Perfection whispered that maybe if I scrubbed it four days in a row I could be done with that job. For the rest of ever.
This morning I slugged toward the best part of waking up and my fuzzy polka-dot socks stuck to the floor. Someone had splashed apple juice. My sparkly kitchen floor had become a stick zone and splashy dried juice dots separated me from my coffee.
Six hours earlier I’d caught a glimpse of shiny golden tiles paving a pathway to glory, and now, the rest of ever looked like a sticky perforated mess.
We know, in theory, that life isn’t about arriving. But we work hard to look like we’ve got it together on the journey. We own, with words, our lack of arrival and declare that life is about process, while we furiously try to hold it together on the DL.
Behind all the frenzy is the unspoken goal of Perfection.
Perfection hides in all of our lives. From House Beautiful to Hoarders, we all fall somewhere on the spectrum. The have-it-all-together Perfectionists hear whispers of excellence while the have-it-all-in-the-house Perfectionists hear whispers of security.
I fall in the middle, a Picky Perfectionist. I Pick the areas of life that it benefits me to be a Perfectionist. And Pick at everyone in my house for not measuring up. Counter-tops anyone? Don’t look in my hallway closet though, because I don’t Pick to have it Perfect. If I can’t see it, I don’t care if it’s Perfect, unless it belongs to a child of mine, in which case I require Perfection. Picky Perfectionists are fickle like that.
Whether your kitchen cabinets come sticky with a stash of papers or shiny with a hint of lemon, you need to know one thing.
Perfection is a liar. She whispers, come a little closer, you’re almost there.
If I can just…….
Get the closet organized
Get that contract
Get this child through 6th grade
Get these bills paid
Get through this day
Get the living room decorated
Get him to understand
Get the baby potty trained
Get the lake house
Get the bed made………..
Perfection is a puffy white cloud against a blue sky and if by chance you soar high enough to reach it, you’ll never know because you can’t touch the edge of a cloud.
The opposite of Perfection isn’t Flawed Deficiency, it’s Grace.
“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. 2 Corinthians 12:9
When Grace is absent, Growth stalls out.
Do you know what Perfection looks like in your life? How would it feel to let go of it, just for today? To grab hold of Grace and let it be Enough.
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