I am a perfectionist in recovery. When I was in school, nothing made me happier than seeing an A+ on my paper, followed by endless accolades from my teacher on a job well done.
But even when I achieved the good grades and the praise from my mentors, nothing I did was enough. I felt as though there was some unseen level of perfection I wasn’t reaching. I avoided taking risks because I didn’t think I would be able to perform the task well.
My unrealistic expectations overflowed to others and left me feeling disappointed when they were unable to perform. Often I isolated myself because someone broke some unseen promise.
Slowly, I began to realize that perfection I held to so tightly was a myth.
When my perfectionist nature tells me nothing is good enough, God says, “My grace is sufficient.”
Nothing can separate me from his love. All that time I thought I was trying to earn his love, but through His grace I finally realized I can only boast because of his love.
Everything I do is to bring Him glory. Without His love, I am like a clanging cymbal. But because of His love, I am a redeemed perfectionist.
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