I started writing a few days ago, and rewrote and reworked it off in google docs. Not precisely happy with the content, tried cutting and pasting the text around and around. Rearranging proved unsuccessful, so I decided to start afresh. It was late at night, and I was feeling such pressure to be perfect. Thought the only way to get over that would be to just start writing, without thinking about it, just write who I am and what I have to offer. I wrote a good couple paragraphs. Satisfied with the copious amount of content I had poured out, I read it over. It was completely incoherent.
*Select all*
*Delete*
Went to sleep. Re-hired myself in the morning.
Perfectionism is a killer. Mostly because it's an impossible dream. Nothing I could write could ever satisfy everyone to the utmost every single time. And not just writing, but it applies to everything. I could really spend forever trying to be perfect, but I'd never reach it. Thankfully, my Savior is perfect. To the utmost. Every time. When He promises something, it's a go. When He acts, it's perfect. When He doesn't, that's perfect, too. But where I fall short, my Jesus, He's got me covered. He is the one who gives me perfect grace to overcome my imperfection. To give me forgiveness for my shortcomings. He is the One who lets me rest in perfect peace when I feel frustrated in incoherence or when I try too hard. When I am weak, He is strong.
He is the One who loves me perfectly, even when I am not.
And He has said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me. 2 Corinthians 12:9


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