I'm a perfectionist. I hate it when things aren't just so. Nothing is ever good enough. There's only perfect and failure. I strive, strain and struggle to attain perfection in all things. This is exceptionally hard. Mostly, because I'm such a flawed human (I mean, aren't we all?!) but also because I'm lazy.
A lazy perfectionist...really?! I'm my own worst nightmare!
As it is written:
“There is no one
Righteous, not
Even one”
Romans 3:10
When measured against The World, some might say I look clean. When measured against Christ, I couldn't be more filthy. Luckily, when God the Father looks upon me, He sees Christ standing in my place. The Lord doesn't see me standing there covered in muck and mire. He doesn't smell the stench of pride and self-righteousness. Nor does he see the dark presence of sin. Instead, He sees His Son. A perfect and spotless Lamb. Who's crimson sacrifice has washed me white as snow. No matter what I do, or don't do, He loves me. He loves me as much today as He did yesterday and will tomorrow. No matter what.
It amazes me when I think about it. Leaves me speechless. How is it possible to be loved so much? How is it possible to love so much? So much that you willingly die. And not just for some. But for everyone, because nobody is "good enough."
I don't understand that kind of love.
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