I can be so hard on myself. I want to do it all. And I want to do it right. No, I want to do it perfectly. And because I am human, it is never perfect. I am never perfect.
I fail. I disappoint myself. I disappoint others. Sometimes, I fear I disappoint God. Oh, how I want to please Him and others and myself, but I know I disappoint.
But I was reminded of something on one of my favorite blogs tonight... He doesn't want my perfection; He wants my praise.
Instead of all of the striving I do in vain to reach the impossible goal of perfection, He just wants me to acknowledge Him for who He is and to give Him praise.
When I am standing in the wreckage of my own attempts at perfection I can look on His perfectness and choose to praise Him. Somehow He picks up the pieces and gives me peace.
In my imperfection I can give my praise to a perfect God. And I feel His smile on me. He delights over me in all my mess and mess-ups. Just because I chose to praise Him.
He doesn't want my perfection. He wants my praise. Perfectly simple.