
We’re living in a week that could easily be labeled, “The Spirit of Perfection.” It happens every year, the first week of the year is when we decide to get serious about our life: spiritual, physical, mental and emotional…out with the old way of living and in with the new and improved! The fresh ideas and new plans we dream about, journal and make action lists for will surely be the ones that lead us to the status of perfect…right?
The Spirit of Perfection
As always, I am totally preaching to my own choir of one…Making plans to wake up at 4:30 in the morning to spend quiet time with God will not make me perfect. Actually, it will likely make me a mean, gripey, grouchy, grumpy, impatient, sleep deprived person. Mission not only “Not Accomplished” but failed in a big glorious way. Then discouragement will set in and not only will I not get up at 4:30…I probably won’t spend any quiet time with God because I will have deemed it “too hard” and not feasible. Wow…Happy New Year to me.
How about making color coded Pinterest worthy plans to read a set number of books this year? Sounds worthy…until I miss “Book ‘A’ must be finished by this date” deadline. Then discouragement sets in and I start beating myself up mentally because I can’t even finish the very first book on my list in a timely manner.
What if this life I live semi dictated by eight other people just gets to busy? What if I don’t finish the silly book by a certain date because I’ve been sitting on a soccer sideline or playing legos or painting at the dinning room table? Or better yet, what if this book is speaking directly to my soul at this time and I need to read it in smaller chunks so I can properly digest the instruction. Did I really fail?
Years ago I made a very beautiful schedule. It had evenly spaced boxes and color coded activities that fit neatly into set time slots. I emailed a copy to my Spiritual Father who instructed me to share it with my husband to see if it would be a burden to him. Whoa…What?
You see, right now and for many years to come, my perfection is completely intertwined to my duties as wife, mother, homemaker and homeschooler. My perfection is not directly related the number of hours I spend in solitary prayer. My perfection is not a direct result of this year spent Bible journaling. My perfection is not dependent on more of me…my plans, my desires, my dreams and goals. My means of perfection is doing more of what God calls me to do…perfectly.
“Most people when they wish to reform, pay much more attention to filling their life with certain difficult and extraordinary actions, than to purifying their intention and opposing their natural inclination in the ordinary duties of their state. In this they often deceive themselves, for it would be much better to make less change in the actions and more in the dispositions of the soul which prompt them.”
–Practice of Christian and Religious Perfection
You know what that says to me? Clean around the toilet with a cheerful heart. Sweep the floor for the umpteenth time with a smile on my lips. Pick up a lego piece with a light spirit. Hug a child, kiss a husband, listen to a friend with no other agenda crowding that moment in time.
I am not saying don’t make resolutions or BIG plans for the New Year. I am saying make those plans according to God’s plans for us. If God desires me to get up in the middle of the night to pray–most likely it will come in the form of a sick child. If God deems it necessary for me to spend long hours on my knees in prayer–most likely it will look like an opportunity to pray while mopping all the tile in my home on hands and knees. If God wants me to feed the hungry–it will probably first look like a group of growing children clamoring in the kitchen of my own home.

















