maybe you’re like me. maybe you don’t want to mess up. maybe you want everyone to like and applaud you. maybe you want straight A’s just to say it and a brilliant mind, and although you might not admit it-it’s so that you’ll look good.
you want your hair in place and eyebrows on flee and clothes coordinated. you want your pictures on instagram flawless but not too filtered so people don’t think you’re trying to cover something up.
you want 8 hours of sleep each night and flawless skin and a kept schedule. you want to workout and have a job and go to school and church and hang out with friends and do it all.
you want control.
you want your life under control. like me.
why do you want perfection?
who are you seeking to please with your perfection? Is it a person? or people? or ’cause your future education depends on your grades?
and since when did we start to gauge our success quantitatively instead of qualitatively?
and yes, I’ll admit it. I want approval. I want the world’s approval–but oh I long so deeply to not desire this! the conflict of desires sometimes kills me. and the world’s unattainable standards of perfection–they break me. they break everyone who pursues them. in fact, they are designed to.
because I chase them down in a fury until I’m so weary I wear and I lay before the Lord and say “have Your way, transform me. I have nothing of myself to offer.”
that’s what He wants. He doesn’t want your perfection. He wants your brokenness, your weakness. don’t think for a moment that you need perfection of your own. your weakness is a catalyst for his glory. because if the world filled us, we would never feel our need for Christ–we would never experience the joy of knowing him.
and a number on a GPA or a scale or a rating is a number. My Jesus is greater than a number. He’s greater than my inability to focus on schoolwork and He’s greater than my lack of concentration on a task before me. the moments of greatest importance and strength, are often the moments when I feel the least important, and weak.
He doesn’t look at your weight or GPA. He looks at the three nails pierced through His Son and declares you perfect. perfectly complete in His righteousness.
what does it matter if you gain the whole world and lose your soul? you’ve got to want to know Him more than you want to be known by the world.
when the rich young ruler came to Jesus–Jesus didn’t want his perfection, He wanted his heart. and He wants yours.
I don’t know where you are today. maybe you’re just a 17 year old girl like me who’s overwhelmed by the world and its pull or maybe you’re a mom chasing kids or a student pursing an education. wherever you are-just run to Him. and don’t leave your weakness outside the prayer closet, bring it in with you. bring your weakness to him. bring your imperfection and confusion and feelings of inadequacy to your king.
He makes the broken-the poured out-the weak, beautiful.