What an obvious statement. Of course, I am not God. Who would think such a thing?
“Perfectionism is the prideful desire to be God,” says Dr. Chris Thurman in his book The Lies We Believe.
Hmm. . . could that be me?
My counselor recommended the book called: The Lies We Believe. The front cover says: Renew Your Mind and Transform Your Life. Dr. Thurman explains that we perfectionist try to be God in three ways:
We try to be all-knowing. Perfectionist often beat themselves up for making mistakes.
We try to be all-powerful. We make plans and expect the world to follow our agenda. People sometimes call us control freaks.
We try to be all-present. We try to be everywhere at once. “We perfectionists are known for chronically being frustrated and upset that we don’t get as much done in a given day as we thought we should” (Thurman 142).
“When we demand to be perfect, we are falling into the lie that human beings can and should be God’s equal. Somewhere back in time, we allowed the father of lies to talk us into thinking that ‘you will be like God’ was a sane and healthy aspiration to have in life”(Thurman 141)
Ouch, that is just way too convicting. How am I suppose to deal with that bombshell?
I start by being broken. Broken before God. Honest with him about my sin and all the gunk in my heart.
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven” Matthew 5:3
Abba Father,
I am one messed up person. There seems to be no end to the brokenness in my life. But my eyes are on You. You are all-powerful. all-knowing, all-present. Forgive me for trying to do your job. Forgive me for wanting to sit on your throne. It is fear that controls me and causes me to want to control others. It is selfishness that wants the world to bow to my agenda. I am undone. I am poor in spirit, there is nothing good in me that makes me worthy of Your grace.
But my eyes are on You. My heart is stayed on You. You are my rock. You are my fortress. You are able to take big messes and make them into something beautiful. Here is the big mess of my life. Here is all the gunk in my heart. Do Your amazing, creative work in my life. Transform me.
Thank you for the person who reads this blog. I pray that You would restore them and give them courage to face their fears. I pray that their faith would grow strong and deep. I ask that you would bind their wounds and heal their hearts.
We stand together as sisters-in-Christ against the darkness that seeks to destroy us.
May Your kingdom come. May Your will be done. On earth as it is Heaven.
Maranatha!
Here is the book my counselor recommended:
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