Almost every woman I know (and many men) struggle with the great balancing act of life. How to juggle more than one plate well is an age-old question whose answer could be written and sold for millions of dollars.
Yesterday as I sat and wondered how long I must wrestle with this issue, it struck me. God tells us to be many things: kind, loving, compassionate, submissive, forgiving, joyful, content, patient, faithful, gentle, self-controlled, alert, prayerful, giving, generous and even holy. But God never asks us to be perfect.
The Apostle Paul says, “Aim for perfection.”
This spoke volumes to me yesterday as I started the day. Instead of trying to live the perfect day where all my plates were balancing in harmony, I aimed for perfect realizing the arrows might fall a little short. Perfection is a journey ending in a final destination. As I aim I must remember that.
By eight o’clock yesterday morning I had aimed and missed so many times, I knew the day would look nothing like my list and bear no resemblance to my plan. But as I picked myself up, dusted myself off and started walking alone the road to perfection again, I became increasingly okay with that.
Perfect didn’t give me any time to write, do household chores or run errands yesterday. But my Number One Priority did lead me to caring for my top priorities, preparing and serving macaroni, Jello, Sprite, Popsicles and ice cream and hosting a neighborhood soccer game.
Somewhere between tossing my list and stirring Jello, I realized it really was a perfect day after all.
“Aim for perfection ... And the God of love and peace will be with you.” 2 Corinthians 13:11 NIV