I cringe when I am unable to do something perfectly - literally cringe. This goes beyond making certain a task has been done well. I will scrutinize every minute detail and then lament for days if something gets past me and it wasn't "perfect". I strive to be perfect.
As I embark on this new journey of blogging I have had to assure myself, over and over again, that it is okay to make mistakes and it is even okay to fail. I have recently come to the realization that I cannot continue to strive to be a perfectionist. I have to allow myself to be seen as the imperfect person that I am, or else I am in danger of creating some serious personal spiritual implications: denying the work that was done on the cross for me. Because if I am perfect, then:
Jesus never would have experienced being abandoned by those closest to Him.
He never would have been subjected to disrespectful and blasphemous taunting.
He never would have been accused of falsities.
He never would have been beaten throughout the night.
He never would have been scourged at the hands of the Romans.
He never would have had to march down the streets of Jerusalem carrying the cross to which they would nail his hands and feet.
He never would have had to take my place on the cross.
Jesus never would have had to die.
I must allow myself to realize that this imperfect vessel was wrought by a perfect Creator to be used in an imperfect world to show His perfect love. I must acknowledge that in-spite of my imperfections and failures (and there are many of them), God chose an imperfect person like me to join Him in His perfect work.
Striving to be perfect will no longer have its place, but at times having failures in my life will. When those moments occur, I need to intentionally choose to see past the failure, and use it as a chance to look toward a perfect God.
"The Rock! His work is perfect, for all His ways are just..." Deuteronomy 32:4a NASB
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