I posted a version of this on my Facebook page a couple of years ago, but wanted to share it again.
Wanna “perfect” example of irony?
I took probably 15 different attempts to get the “Perfect” picture of my shirt to go with this post.
I’ve always felt that no matter what I was doing, it needed to be perfect. And if it couldn’t be perfect, there was no sense in even trying.
Hello, my name is Corri and I’m a (mostly, or at least in the process of) recovering perfectionist.
So what caused me to change my way of thinking?
There is no way I can be a perfect Christian. If I was perfect, I wouldn’t need christ in the first place. So, since I knew I couldn’t be perfect, what would my driving motivation be?
What is my individual purpose? And I don’t mean this in a broad global meaning. I mean myself. What is the purpose behind the things I do?
For me, I just want to love like Jesus. I want to encourage, to uplift, to inspire. To the be hands and heart of Christ. That’s my purpose.
This side of heaven, there is no way I can be perfect at it. So, instead of striving for absolute perfection, I’ll be driven by my desire to follow in the footsteps of the One who is, and let His grace and mercy cover my missteps. My purpose is to show others His love and grace, and to lead others to Him.
Purpose, not perfection.