Dear friends, a few nights ago I froze at my computer.
At the keyboard, more specifically.
My brain turned into a blank piece of paper and the words wouldn’t come.
I felt anxious.
And so I prayed and I read Ann Voskamp (highly recommended) and I wrote in my journal and I ate chocolate and I watched a rerun of Boy Meets World.
Then, I told Michael about what I was feeling. He said, “You need to write about this. About how you took on something big and you’re nervous but – God’s in your court.”
And I said, “…Okay. Done.”
Because Michael knows me better than I know myself a lot of the time.
And when that logical, loving man tells me I need to write, I know he’s right.
Now, the “something big” I’ve taken on is becoming a writer professionally.
More specifically, writing books for children.
That’s a big leap.
It’s awesome, it’s scary, it’s for such a time as this, it’s blessed, it’s my dream, and its biggest adversary is this:
Even that word is pointy and ugly and harsh, isn’t it?
Back to the moment when I froze at the keyboard.
Perfectionism does that, doesn’t it?
Makes you freeze.
Ever heard the phrase, “paralyzed by fear?”
Fear and perfectionism go together.
They are like the mean, ugly stepsisters in Cinderella.
(I relate most things to Disney movies, by the way.)
Like the ugly stepsisters in Cinderella, fear and perfectionism see beauty and hope and creativity and boldness and God’s glory – and they don’t like it.
So they try to sabotage it.
Remember when the mean, ugly stepsisters see Cinderella in her mother’s dress, getting ready for the ball, and they rip the beautiful dress to shreds so she can’t go and display all her God-given beauty?
Putting that moment in writing is even worse than watching it happen.
It also makes me want to go watch Cinderella again.
Can’t you see that’s what happens to us, dear friends, when fear and perfectionism attack?
Let me put it in non-Disney terms for those who don’t see things quite like me:
- When you’re afraid to start something – simply because you’re afraid you won’t be good at it. If you procrastinate, then there’s no opportunity to fail, is there?
- Quitting something because it’s harder than you thought and you were supposed to be good at it, right? But you weren’t perfect right off the bat. So you stopped.
- When you’ve worked for hours on a presentation and you’re smart and you’re ready, and then you get to the front and start sweating bullets and wondering how you look to the people in the room. What if they don’t like what you’re saying? What if you get something wrong? You get distracted and you fumble your smart words.
- When you’re teaching, and you teach every day with those kids in mind and you plan for hours and your heart is all in and yet the minute your principal walks in your room to observe, you doubt. You fear. Are you perfect enough in her eyes? What if she sees you make a mistake? What grade will you get on your evaluation? You get distracted and you forget what you were even teaching in the first place.
- When you don’t want to go on that date with the nice person or agree to a relationship with the nice person who has given you no reason to doubt, simply because you don’t want to get hurt if it doesn’t work out.
I think all these examples can be summed up in this one kicker of a paralyzing lie:
“I want to do everything perfectly, I want to be perfect — so I don’t get hurt or disappointed” (in your job, in your marriage, in your friendships, etc).
Dear hearts, this is no way to live.
Perfectionism isn’t living.
It’s striving. It’s frustrating.
It’s also impossible.
And yet, perfectionism and fear are so commonplace we don’t notice them for what they are most of the time.
But they’re there.
And like the ugly stepsisters in Cinderella, they will rip to shreds our beautiful gowns of creativity, beauty, intelligence, success, and any God-given glory we have if we let them.
Dear friends, perfectionism does not protect. Fear does not protect.
Rather, they stifle.
I am glad Thomas Edison was not a perfectionist.
He said, “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”
I like him already. Refreshing, isn’t it?
He’s not saying he doesn’t ever fail, he’s just saying he uses those failed attempts to keep trying.
And I’m glad he did! (He invented light bulbs, for those of you who are scientifically unaware like I am).
Isn’t that what God tells us to do, dear friends? (Not to invent light bulbs, ha!) – but to keep trying?
We cannot pick back up and try again by our own strength, but here is why we can pick back up and try again:
“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
His mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.”
Lamentations 3:22-23, emphasis mine.
You see, He picks up back up each time. And so we can try again.
Because like the rising of the sun each morning, so does the Lord’s grace fall upon and bless and strengthen the hearts of His children.
And so, we try again.
Because our Father separates our sins from us so far as the east is from the west, we try again (psalm 103:12).
And then, we try again.
We are loved as high as the heavens are above the earth (Psalm 103:11). And so we pick back up and try again.
And when a group of Pharisees (a.k.a perfectionists, if you ask me, because I see my own weaknesses in their flawed perceptions) ask Jesus why He is eating with the “screw-ups” of that society, if you will, he responds with this:
“It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.”
I suppose that is why Paul says to boast about our weaknesses (2 Cor 12:9). Because when we are real about our weaknesses, about our imperfections, the humble sacrifice of realness sets a beautiful backdrop for Christ’s light to shine brightly into our weaknesses and into the hearts of others, setting hearts free to abide in His love.
So let’s do this, dear friends.
Let’s love Christ without fear. Let’s love others without fear. Let’s stop trying to be good enough for God.
Because we never will be.
But because He sent His Son, we are.
Take a breath.
He’s got you. And He loves you.
“Relax! Be silent and stop your striving,
and you will see that I am God.”
Psalm 46:10, passion translation.
So go put your Cinderella dress back on.
Let the God who loves you most stitch it back up.
And don’t let those ugly stepsisters Fear and Perfectionism sabotage your ball anymore! 😉
Peace, blessings, and fresh mercies to you in Christ,