If you struggle with perfection. If good enough seems constantly unattainable, I want to offer you a hand of grace today. I want to encourage you to drink a deep breath of relief.
This book. My favorite. The one I know best. The one I quote from. The one I live from. The one whose characters have become my acquaintances. Some close friends. Some my constant best.
I feel I know it well enough to offer you this still water, green pastures, goodness and mercy respite.
There is only ONE. There is only One that was perfect in this book. It is not an accident or a cruel joke. He left us these words that are full of compassion and reality. Life is amazing! Life is hard! It is messy. It so often seems senseless.
He knew….. He didn’t leave us these words to hold us to a standard we could never meet. Instead He left us stories. Knowing that His children love a good story. Stories about people whose lives were ungodly messes. Yet He loved them! They, in their imperfect, human ways loved Him. They fell, they stumbled, they turned their backs. Yet the yearning in their hearts always drew them back.
His perfection, His sacrifice, is the scarlet thread woven through each page. Each story. Each holy mess of a life.
It is the same thread that weaves through your life. The awkward beginning. The bad choices. The good choices. The pain. The joy. The wounds. The healing. There is not an instant that the thread and rope of His love was not, and is not tethered to your heart.
We fall, we stumble, we turn our backs. Yet… The undeniable words written on our hearts always draw us back. There is but One Who wrote them. And it Is He alone that can sing them over us.
Take a bit of solace in this. I can only find the One. The One that was and Is and will be perfect in this magnificent story book. Only Him. Not one of the people we look up to in this book. Not one family.
So why did He leave us a story full of mess reflected in the light of His perfection? Because He is a Friend, Father and Teacher full of great love and compassion. That very same compassion that laid down His own life for us, left words to reassure us. Not condemn.
He says to us…… Have you fallen my friend? And you worry that you cannot measure up to imagined standards? Have you read about my friends? Have you read the stories of Joseph and David? What about Abraham and Sarah? Moses? Or Peter and Paul?
The list is long. It is full of His sons and daughters that don’t measure up to our standards. Full families we would have run from. But these? These are the ones He was so proud of that He wrote books about them. We are the ones He loved enough to write that book for.
So I will walk looking to Him. Walking in the beauty of His attainable holiness. Moving from glory to glory. Because my hearts desire is to be close to Him and to look like my daddy. But I also know I look like His other children. My brothers and sisters. My friends. And we are all together a gorgeous mess that He takes such joy in.
You my friend? He not only loves you today, right where you are. But He is so proud of you, that He has already written you into His story.
2 Corinthian 3:18 (TPT) We can all draw close to him with the veil removed from our faces. And with no veil we all become like mirrors who brightly reflect the glory of the Lord Jesus. We are being transfigured into his very image as we move from one brighter level of glory to another. And this glorious transfiguration comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.