Where did we get this idea that we always need to be perfect.
The influx of social media, the onslaught of reality TV, the beautiful pins on Pinterest, or something buried deep down inside of us?
Perfection is not something that we will ever attain.
And honestly, even if we somehow made our lives perfect, there would always be something bigger, something better around the corner.
In fact, perfection hinders our ability to be happy.
Recently, I had the privilege of listening to Lysa TerKeurst talk on the subject of “Refreshing Perspectives for those Draining Days.”
I need perspective, and this perspective came from an unexpected place in the bible. The book of Exodus.
God’s chosen people are enslaved and desperately seek freedom.
They cannot do it on their own, and God chooses Moses as the messenger.
In Exodus 6:1 – 8, God gives Moses a series of “I ams and I wills…” Even then, Moses reminds God that he cannot possibly do what he is asked to do.
Yet, God reminds Moses that Moses is only the messenger.
God will do the work.
Wow…Lysa reminded me that I am only a messenger.
Here on Earth I cannot possibly do all the things I would like to accomplish.
But God can.
I cannot be everything to my children at all times.
But God can.
I cannot be a perfect mother with perfect children.
But I can be a Godly mother with children who seek Jesus first.
I will not get it perfect because I am only the messenger. I do not have control or power, but instead an overwhelming desire to release my fears, dreams, hurts, and joys to the One who created me.
Moms, when that overwhelming, crushing feeling of “I am just not enough” comes upon us, let’s stop and remember.
No, God, I cannot do this, but You can. And all things will work out according to Your purpose. And all I have to do is listen.
Because I am only the messenger. Your will prevails, and I just have to be faithful.
Our striving will be in vain if we miss the beauty of our imperfect lives taking place right in front of us.
There will be messes, tantrums, yelling, crying, moments where we just want to lock ourselves in the bathroom. But if we can uncross our arms and let people see that we are only human, then they too can see the bigger God we serve.
They can see that in the midst of crisis, doubt, and sometimes even despair, we serve a God whose name is love. He is faithful and will see us through the darkest and messiest of days.
And I can say this with assurance because I have been there.
From March to September, I was in a pit of depression and despair. The only thing I could hold onto with certainty was my Savior.
And as I sat in darkness, crying, and calling out for healing, Jesus comforted me. In the silence of my depression, I learned compassion. The silence provided me with the time and space to just sit with Jesus.
And on the other side, I now know true joy because I had been through the darkest of times.
On the other side, I know what it means to serve because I was the one who had to be served.
God led me through the wilderness, and I am refined.
My biggest fear came true: I was unable to care for my family. And yet, I survived. He is faithful. He is good. And He always knows what’s best.
I learned this past year that I just needed to uncross my arms, accept what Jesus was doing, and know that on the other side of the wilderness, I would be the person God created me to be.
We will not be perfect, but we will be perfect in His eyes.
In the words of Lysa, “perfection is hard on our best days and impossible on our draining days.” As a mom of young children, my draining days are far more numerous than my best days.
So moms…let us let go of perfection. And hold onto grace. Grace for yourself, grace for those around you, grace that will lead others to Christ.