Perfect?
An old situation presented itself in a new surrounding today. When my alarm went off 2 hours before church which is 15 minutes away, I just didn't get up. Why would I set my alarm two hours early? I gave myself permission to lie still and listen to my thoughts. When I picture church in my head, I see an older woman and her husband a few rows ahead of where I am sitting. She has short hair which shines in the recessed lighting, she's appropriately dressed and is sitting within a group of friends. For me, this is a consequence of my perfectionism. It's in no way a reflection of anyone else. By definition, it means if I jump high enough and meet standards that are "just a little better," I can be perfect These standards have nothing to do with my relationship with The Lord, which is where true importance lies. We could look at this problem as a blessing in disguise. Maybe self-help "encouragements". Would we be happier...