I have been in this mindset lately of “doing better”. My heart has been restless because if I could just be better, do better than I could have peace. I have been scratching desperate prayers into my journal so that God will change me. If I just learn to control my emotions I could be perfect. If I can stop eating sugar I could be perfect. If I could stop hurting my husband by my constant selfishness I could be perfect, and then I will finally be a woman who has it all together. I will have it all together and I will be worthy of love, I won’t have to keep saying sorry; I won’t have to keep asking for forgiveness.
My sweet Savior listens to my desperate prayers and directs me to words he spoke to the same striving disciples almost 2,000 years ago. “Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. His gentle voice beckons my weary soul; come, my beloved, you are striving for love you already have. You are striving for perfection that only I can claim.
My own brokenness laid out, my need to control left at the feet of the one who pulls me close and tells me who I am. No matter how hard I strive to have it all together, I will not get there. I am not meant to be there. I am meant to lean in to the whisper.
“I have always, essentially, been waiting. Waiting to become something else, waiting to be that person I always thought I was on the verge of becoming, waiting for that life I thought I would have. In my head, I was always one step away.” Shuana Niequist
Jesus didn’t come for me to be perfect; he didn’t come so that I would strive to be perfect. He came so I could see that I wasn’t perfect and that I desperately needed him to save me. He waits and listens to my prayers and my mixed up heart and still loves me. He is perfect, he has the control and he knows my name. That is all I need, to know he hears and he knows.