So last week I wrote about learning that my home doesn’t have to be perfect for it to be beautiful! (You can read it here) Ok, to be honest, its a work in progress, but I’m taking it one day at a time!
I am also learning the same thing goes for my life, and for me as a person. For so many years, I thought I had to have it all together, that I had to be perfect, to be faultless in my life to be beautiful. How wrong could I be?
It has taken many years and lots of tears to realize that God has made me the way I am for a reason, yes, all my little quirks and idiosyncrasies make me who I am. And that is just the way God wants me to be. Now don’t get me wrong, I am not excusing all my bad behavior and habits, I know I have to work on those. But what I am saying is, God doesn’t expect me to be perfect, so why should I put those pressures on myself? My life is beautiful not despite my faults, but because of them. Once I learn to accept me for who I am, I can stop worrying about all the things that I am not and get on with being the best me that I can be.
The more I learn to accept myself, I think the easier it becomes for me to be accepted by others. For the longest time, I worried about what EVERYONE thought of me. Whether it was the girl at the supermarket checkout, people at Church or my very best friend. Was I too short to be liked, too funny, not funny enough, not a good enough friend, was I friendly enough or was I too friendly…. AHHHH! It’s so hard trying to be perfect.
Which is why I have stopped!
There is something to be said about having wisdom in our older years. Back in my twenties, it was all about me! What I did, what people thought of me, what I said, what I looked like, what I wanted to do and the list went on and on. It was all about me and how the world revolved around me (or so I thought!) Now I have moved on from my twenties (Praise the Lord!), I realize that life is not so much about me, but the difference I can make in the lives of other people, and to do that, it actually doesn’t matter what they think of me. I don’t have to be loved by everyone to be able to make a difference. Now, if I am liked along the way, then that’s a bonus, but it’s not my goal.
Like most lessons in my life, it is so freeing. To be able to walk through life, not worrying what EVERYONE thinks of me, sure there are still people whose opinions matter, but on a greater scale, I am free from the burdens others would place on me, with who they think I should be. I am free to be me, and that’s just who God made me to be!
My life doesn’t have to be perfect for it to be beautiful.