I once heard that when you comb your hair/put on makeup/etc. in front of a mirror, your hands are trying to conform your appearance into a ideal picture of yourself—–the Who-I-Know-I-Can-Be-With-Enough-Effort—– that you have inside your brain.
I do that in so many other ways.
The other week while I was at work sweeping cobwebs and feeling like I was doing absolutely nothing of Kingdom value, I prayed, “God, show me how to meet the needs here as You would. What is my purpose here? I am doing nothing. Teach me how to love like you love.”
Quick as a whistle, He responded.
With just three words.
“You are perfect.”
I stopped what I was doing. It was that clear.
PERFECT?? Umm… what??
Still His words swirled undeniably around me. “You are perfect.”
What a preposterous response! Here I was, beating myself up about my selfishness…. all of the opportunities I’d missed…. my complete lack of energy….. On and on and on the list went.
I was fully expecting God to answer my heartfelt question by asking me to do some hard thing, or to accelerate my efforts, or to add an extra hour of prayer to my schedule. I was not expecting to be asked to believe the words, “You are perfect.”
How could the Father have such an unrealistic picture of me?
What could these words mean? Did they mean that it was time for me to toss my mental mascara and flat iron out the window? Did they mean that the Father desired me to lay down the idealized visions of who I KNOW one day I can be in favor of cherishing the who I am NOW?
Did it mean that the Father’s truest expression of perfection is a spirit that is completely broken and desperately willing to accept any direction that He offers?
What do you have to lay down in order to accept the Heaven-stamped fact that YOU ARE PERFECT?