Good Morning God,
Today is Labor Day — a day of rest — and yes, I confess I WAS going to drive in and work. How easy it is to get addicted to useful. A friend sent me a prayer, God, for Perfectionists to say. The first line is: “Lord, I renounce the lie that my self-worth is dependent upon my ability to perform.”
Shoot, God, I know that! DON’T I? Hmmm. I feel a twinge in my throat. Yes, I may believe it but parts of me don’t FEEL IT. Oh, I HATE acknowledging THAT!
WHY? Did You just ask me WHY I should hate to acknowledge that? Why do I not allow myself assorted errors and flaws? I DO! But, yes, just familiar flaws. This is a NEW ONE. I mean, it is newly acknowledged. But, ENOUGH about me, God! I want to talk about the Cloud of Witnesses.
This morning Kit and I drove off to Sandy Beach to join the Greater Miller Family in their 35th Celebration of the life of their dad. We have been invited to join in ever since Patty’s death 29 years ago. That has been more than enough time for our lives to intertwine — becoming part of their Extended Family. They have given us the gift of inclusion. The gift of belonging to one another.
And as Hebrews 12:1 says so well: “Since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us.” Yes, God, all by myself I figured out that perfectionism is a sin that ensnares me. And so is not being willing to do a fearless moral inventory. Sin, after all, is just MISSING the Mark. Or is it, MISSING THE POINT?
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