A Journey for Perfection

Hello, hello! Today I want to share with you all some of my thoughts on perfection and the journey to reach it. 

At the end of April, a pretty unhealthy season of my life came to an end. In that season I lost sight of who I was and what I was brought to Nashville to do. I was so focused on fitting this mold I thought the people around me wanted me to fill that I lost so much of who I was to fill it. When everything was said and done I was lost, confused, and broken. What I had been so consumed with for months was no longer in my life and I had no clue who I was because of it.

After this season, I was so upset because I now had a few emotional "wounds" as you might call them. The way I saw it was that I was no longer emotionally "perfect" and there was no chance of me ever getting there. I truly was broken, which meant I no longer had a shot at perfection and this made me even more depressed. This all sounds crazy, doesn't it? I thought so too until I realized how common that thought process actual is. 

I had no where to turn but to God. And in a cry out to God of anger and frustration, the Lord began to teach me something beautiful. As I was so ashamed of the emotional damage I had, God began to show me how much he loves our wounds!

What if perfection is not what we think it is? What if perfection is not so much the absence of blemishes or wounds, but the presence of scars that show we were made whole again? What if beauty is something sweetly broken but more sweetly put back together by the hands of it's creator? What if scars are not a symbol of weakness but a symbol of restoration and victory over pain?

What if we have it all wrong?

The Lord began to show me that like a surgeon sews up a wound, so does God. If a surgeon is sewing up a cut, he has to get incredibly close to it, sometimes even touch it in order to bring healing to that wound. Jesus does the same thing! As I allowed God to heal me of all the hurt I had because of that past season, I had never felt closer to God and I would argue that I never had been. God made himself incredibly real to me this summer and there were days that I just soaked in His presence all day long. He was closer than the skin on my bones and because of it, He was able to sew up my heart and provide some scar tissue. 

Scars are actually a beautiful thing. They show that even though something has been broken, it had the strength to heal! Scar tissue is actually incredibly fascinating; it is proven to be stronger than the original tissue that was there. I believe the same goes for our emotional and spiritual wounds! God coming close and sewing us back together makes us stronger in the end and we can celebrate the victory that we have through Him!

I am no longer looking to be "perfect". I have given up on the belief that I can't have some scrapes and scars, instead I am embracing them. They show that I went through some stuff but had the strength to endure it and the victory over the pain! They show that I allowed God to come closer than He had ever been and that He restored my joy! I am proud of my scars, and I would encourage you to be the same! Show them off, talk about them, celebrate the victory you have! You are stronger than you think, we all are. 

Blessings, my friends! :)