Thursday, July 26, 2012
I don't think I want to be amazing...
...I think I want to be real.
I'm a perfectionist by nature. Sometimes I am able to balance that fairly well, utilizing its strengths and downplaying its weaknesses.
But sometimes, it just makes me feel like a piece of perfect looking plastic with hidden scratches and a flawed structure.
Sometimes I need to be reminded how small and imperfect I am underneath everything I'm learning, underneath the success, underneath the life-that is-ever-so-wonderful.
I'm a small, weak, sinful person.
I have a strong God.
And sometimes I need the humbling reminder of that, of the fact that I can't do it all. Of the fact that being wrong and being hurt and being vulnerable and messy isn't always a bad thing. Of the truth that it's so much more fulfilling to be real and to be following Jesus honestly than to be putting up walls and painting pictures of a perfect person I'm not.
And it's so amazing to see God make beautiful things out of messes.