This is week three of the Prison of Perfectionism series. Our goal is to unsubscribe from the world’s lies that we are not good enough and begin to believe the truth that we don’t have to strive to be perfect.
Because… it’s unattainable.
If you missed the introduction to the series, you can find it here.
The second week’s entry on “I’m Not Good Enough” is here.
Let’s jump into week three….
Yesterday I lost it with my kids.
We’ve been in the process of remodeling our home and so I’ve been knee-deep in dust and chaos for several weeks. The truth is that this momma likes order.
And this process has been anything but… order.
While I can tolerate a certain level of dirt… and even though I can handle a few piles of clutter… I do have a limit.
And it’s been reached.
So when I discovered clothes stuffed in Sam’s closet and nail polish on Sara’s new white leggings, my anger made an unscheduled appearance.
I hate when that happens.
So do my kids.
But it’s no surprise that…
With all the demands for our time and energy…
with all the organization it takes to run a home…
with all the pressure to have the answers…
we struggle to feel adequate as moms.
We begin to compare ourselves to our friends who make it look so easy.
We see those TV moms who are cool and fun and never seem to get their feathers ruffled.
We get frustrated that those parenting books and classes don’t stick.
And we forget to give ourselves grace to be… Imperfect. We think we are “less than” because we are… Flawed.
We struggle with the fact that we are so human in our parenting.
We want to be so much more…
And so much more appreciative of the gift God has given us in our children.
Psalm 127:3 in the Message tells us that our children are just that… they are gifts. It says this… “Don’t you see that children are God’s best gift? The fruit of the womb his generous legacy?”
God’s best gift.
This tells us how very much He loves and cares for our kids. It shows us how much they mean to Him. We can trust that He wants the very best for them.
And since our children are priceless in His eyes, we can believe that He’s very intentional in whom He gives each of His “best gifts.”
So for me… that means that of every mom that was to live and breathe on planet Earth, God chose to give Sam and Sara to… ME.
And even knowing my flaws and struggles and challenges, He gave them to me… anyway. He chose me. He decided I was the right mom for the job.
I have God’s vote of confidence.
You know what? You have His vote, too.
It’s no accident that you are mom to your children… whether yours by birth or adoption. God knew you were the best mother for them.
Regardless of your blemished past or tarnished present, He picked… you.
Knowing this truth should set us free from the prison of perfectionism as moms.
Because we now realize that God isn’t expecting perfect parents.
He is expecting purposeful ones.
He’s wants prayerful ones.
He’s hoping for pliable ones.
I can be that kind of mom.
So can you.
No matter how hard you try, you will never be a perfect mom. You will never make textbook decisions in raising your kids. Your ability to teach your kids won’t be seamless.
And knowing all that… God chose you, anyway.
REALITY CHECK: God chose YOU to be the mom to your kids… stumbles, fumbles and all.
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