I’m hosting Christmas at my house this year...you know what that means.
STRESS!
ANXIETY!
THE FEELING THAT EVERYTHING IN MY HOUSE AND LIFE NEEDS TO BE PERFECT!
Are these unrealistic expectations that I put on myself? Well, yes. Don’t we all?
I pulled out my Christmas tree from its box and my heart fell into my stomach.
The lights in the middle of my tree are burnt out.
THE HORROR.
Now, I could run to the store and get a new strand of lights. But, I think I’ll leave my tree that way.
It’s a reminder that life isn’t perfect. That it doesn’t have to be, no matter what our expectations are.
We all strive for others to see the best of us. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but it can be harmful when we don’t reach that expectation.
We beat ourselves up when we are just doing what’s natural.
We are human. We make mistakes. We fall short.
That’s kind of beautiful.
We are all messy masterpieces, being worked on and touched up everyday. None of us are perfect.
That tree reminds me how thankful I am that I don’t have to be perfect.
I can come as I am to the King of Kings, and He loves me just as I am.
That tree reminds me that Jesus doesn’t want perfect, He just wants me.
He wants you.
You weren’t meant to be perfect, you were meant to be real.
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