Have you ever heard a message so many times, but then you hear it one day, and it’s like you’ve heard it for the first time?
You have a total “OH MY GOODNESS!!!” moment.
Your whole life makes sense. Or, at least, some parts of it.
You have an epiphany of sorts.
That happened to me yesterday. Yesterday was not one of my better days. Everything seemed to be going wrong. To be honest, I felt hopeless, insignificant, lost, and utterly speechless and incapable of doing anything. I wanted to give up. I started doubting myself. I started wondering why a lot of things were happening to me.
A little dramatic, are we now? You may be thinking.
Oh shush. Haven’t you had one of those days, too? Of course you have. It’s called a bad day.
I’ve blogged before about my Type-A personality. Sometimes, it can be a good thing. But other times, it makes me my own worst enemy. I put pressure on myself to do well in whatever I do, no matter what the cost, no matter how hard it may test me physically, emotionally, mentally, etc. I put pressure on myself to succeed because Type-A personalities do that. It’s weird; I don’t know why, but it happens that way. Like I said, sometimes, it works to my advantage. I work hard to play hard. But then, sometimes, I work too hard and don’t play at all.
You can call me a perfectionist, or a psycho, or a perfectionist psycho, but whatever the case, that’s how it is. That’s how it’s always been for me and once in a while, it overwhelms me to the point of a breakdown. Yesterday was the point of breakdown-ness.
The day happened. I somehow survived. I was talking to my really good friend/sister in Christ last night, completely having this aforementioned mental break down, and she said something I’ve heard over and over again, but this time was different. Something clicked. The phrase I’ve heard thousands of times became a phrase that I’d only really heard once.
“YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE PERFECT. Can I say that again? YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE PERFECT,” she said.
As I heard this, and thought about it, I started crying [I’m such a girl]. OF COURSE I don’t have to be perfect. Of course this pressure is unnecessary because aiming for perfection is the unreachable goal. “Practice makes perfect,” but you can never be perfect. Debatable, you may say. But no, it really isn’t. You know why that is, right? You know why we’re imperfect all the time, right? Because, if we were perfect, we wouldn’t need a Savior. We wouldn’t need grace. We wouldn’t need redemption. We wouldn’t need forgiveness. We’d be perfect from it all. We’d be perfect from imperfection.
Of COURSE that’s why it frustrates me when I make failed after failed attempt at being this, because I CAN. NEVER. BE. PERFECT.
That’s why JESUS came down to earth and died for me, for you, for us. Because HE. IS. PERFECT. His perfection gives us grace. His perfection gives us forgiveness. His perfection gives us love. His perfection gives love and life to our failed selves. He’s perfect because we aren’t. He’s sinless because we’re sinful. We need a Savior. We need Jesus.
As you can probably imagine, this is only a spec of this epiphany I had last night. Bad days can turn into good days sometimes, as it did yesterday. It doesn’t change the circumstances or the obstacles, but it changes the perspective and the outlook we have. It can change the way you end the day and fall asleep. It can change the reason why you cry. It can change the reason for the bad day. It can put us in check; show us that not everything will be happy and fantastic all the time.
Sometimes, bad days happen so that we can realize just how much we need Jesus…
You know how much we need Him?
All day. Every day.