I was a perfectionist. Whether from the pressures of being the eldest child or the fear of punishment, I had to do everything right. When I messed up, I felt great shame and fear, and sometimes lied to cover up my mistakes.
It took me a long time to understand God’s grace and what it meant for Him to forgive me. On the really tough days, my sins loom like giants and I’m unable to see past their ugly and menacing faces. I’m unable to see past my failures.
But God slays our giants. He sees past our sinful human nature and forgives our repentant hearts. No matter how big our sins might seem, nothing is bigger than God.
I am an imperfectionist. I don’t try to be perfect; I try my best. I know my best will never be good enough to equate what God has done for me and that’s okay. I make mistakes and that’s okay, too. I’ve learned to seek out the beauty in the ashes of perfection.
Let’s see past our giants and focus our eyes on God, our Giant, Loving, Forgiving, Gracious God.
Linking up with Five Minute Friday, Fellowship Fridays, and Faith Filled Friday.
AMEN! Need to hear this today. Blessings!
Thanks for stopping by. Blessing to you too!
What an amazing transformation, from perfectionist to imperfectionist, awesome. I can totally reate!
Yes! and Amen! So much truth here 🙂
Lizzy, thanks for stopping by!
Amen! I think only imperfect people can know God’s perfect grace. Glad to be neighbors at FMF this week! – Sophia