Once upon a time, in a land far, far away lived the perfect Christian woman named Laurie (in my perfect world, I have an “i” in my name, okay?).
Laurie had the perfect marriage, with perfect children who never did anything wrong, and perfect friends who begged to be a part of her life on the daily, and the perfect job where she was loved and admired by many. She spent the perfect amount of time each day reading her Bible and the perfect amount of time praying before she even began to get dressed in her perfect clothes and style her perfect hair (which was perfect spiral curls, if you must know).
Life was, well, perfect. And stayed that way until the day of her perfect death surrounded by so many family members, friends, and community leaders, that they lined out the door of her perfect home, across her perfect lawn, and down the street in her perfect neighborhood. The end.
This is where I tell you that my life isn’t perfect, friends. And that yours needn’t be. But as I started this post, I was conflicted. Because truth be told, I kind of think my life is perfect. But, there’s a difference in what I think is perfect and what others might expect my perfection to look like. Click To Tweet
You see, there was a point in my life where I realized that my life was far from perfect, and that my attempt to make it look perfect was exhausting me. Of course, I knew it wasn’t perfect. But that wall I created around myself and my family to try to make it appear something it wasn’t? Well, that was working perfectly—to keep others from connecting with me in any real way.
And you know how sometimes you just give up on the sham and decide you’re going to lay it all out there and see if anyone can stand to be around the real you? Yeah. I did that big time. I simply stopped trying to please others.
And I finally started living for an audience of One.
If you’re expecting perfection from me, you will surely be disappointed. But you can expect that I’m living my life to the best of my ability to please the One I serve. And though I do work hard to do for many, if I don’t live up to their expectations, or if I shock them with the reality of my imperfect Christian walk, I’m okay with that.
Do I fail at times? Daily. But I’d rather live authentically, and let others see the struggle in my faith so that they can realize the struggle in their own is okay. To live my life for Christ, and show others what that really—and I mean really—looks like. Not the “church version” of myself. The sometimes snarky, sometimes road-raging, sometimes curse word slipping, version of myself. That is perfect to me. And you know what I’ve found?
It’s also perfectly able to draw others to the One that loves us perfectly.
And I just happen to believe that my doing so is part of God’s perfect plan.