Sometimes we need a hand up.
Moments later, she leans into the deep, claw foot bathtub to swirl her magic whitener around the rim. Her helper, on hands and knees, scrubbing away months of sickness, scrubbing the grout of 150-year-old tile. When you walk into my house, and the cobwebs greet you before me, it is hard to believe that I am a perfectionist.
The stress of too much responsibility and unreasonably high expectations has helped to erode my health through the years.
I don’t mind seeing the dust on my neighbor’s china cabinet, shoes strewn about…I love her just the same, and am perhaps a little more comfortable in her mess—because I realize she’s human.
Perfectionism overflows like water running in the sink– flooding the way we feel about our bodies when we look into the mirror.
Perfectionism erodes self-esteem and causes us to set unrealistic expectations which can never be met.
There is a God who says, “take my hand” and helps us up. He sees the dust, the dirty dishes and all the other dirt we try to hide. He sees it all, and loves us tenderly, without judgment and without criticism. His words are like music to our ears. He sees you and He sees me through the cobwebs and the messiness of humanity.