Psalm 119:96 -- I have learned that everything has limits; but your commandment is perfect.
I’m not a perfectionist. Really, I’m not. And if you saw the state of my house, you would wholly agree.
No, I’m more of a partial perfectionist. That doesn’t mean that I want everything partially perfect; it means that I am a perfectionist with certain things.
Before I retired, I was a perfectionist at the office. I wanted everything done well. I wanted each thing done in the same way every time, making it easier to pick up a file and know immediately what stage it was in. This was imperative due to the volume of files I handled each day.
For years I was a purse perfectionist. Every purse had to have three zippered compartments, each compartment having certain things in it. My billfold, checkbook, pens and paper were in the first one. The second was for Tylenol, Kleenex and anti-acids. That left the third one as miscellaneous, but I always knew I could find my stash of Splenda if I looked long enough.
I bought a new purse recently that does not have the three compartment set up. I am trying to deal with the lost partial perfection, but apparently that’s going to be an on-going project.
Another place I need to work on is my writing. I want it to be perfect every time I finish a piece. I don’t want to see my glaring errors (I swear they weren’t there when I proofed it!) looking at me from my blog. I work and work on every little thing until I don’t know right from wrong. It’s me there on that page; I have to look my very best every single time. So I quit posting and I very seldom wrote any piece to completion.
But I was recently reminded that in God’s eyes, through Jesus Christ, we are all perfect. And since we don’t work for man, but work only for God, I guess I’m already sufficiently covered in everything I do.
To put it another way, I’ll do my best and let God do the rest!
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