I'm a perfectionist down to the details, but healthy doses of flexibility and failure keep me in check. As a kid I had an irrational fear of getting in trouble, and so I tried to be good. No, my parents weren't overbearing disciplinarians - in fact, they never pressured me to achieve.
Still, my self-worth was built around performance. I pulled straight A's in school because of this self-imposed drive to do my best, an attitude which transcended many areas of my life. And while striving to do one's best is certainly not a fault, perfection is an exhausting standard to attain. And it was very easy to fall into living like God had the same performance-based expectations of me that I had of myself.
My current job search has afforded many new opportunities to fail. It's hard, but I know it's refining the gold crown of this princess. God promises that I will be perfect someday, yet even now, He sees no flaws because Jesus has reconciled our relationship. It's built on His perfect achievement instead of mine.
2 Cor 12:9 "But he said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.'" (NIV)
So I left the potholders as they were, mistake and all. They'll be perfectly fine.
Pattern Credit: Interlocking Rings Hotpad by Caitlin Pensak. Available at ravelry.com.
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