It was a slip. But in that briefest of moments, I saw her as she actually was, without the veil of assurance she always wore. Her very words – although punctuated with a well-timed laugh – betrayed her heart. But as quickly as it was revealed, the veil went up again and the person I thought I saw was hidden again.
I looked at her with interest.
It truly doesn’t matter if you have everything going well for you – there’s always something you know you lack, something you battle with in quiet, something that you desire deeply. And I felt compassion.
When are we then made complete? And why this struggle for perfection?
‘Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.’
– Antoine de Saint-Exupery
It is human nature to desire perfection.
Who hasn’t wanted the perfect body, the perfect family, the perfect relationship, the perfect career, the perfect passion, the perfect life? And yet, if we were truthful, we might all agree that these ideals serve one purpose – to hide the fact that deep inside, we feel like losers.
The thing is, being happy is not about perfection. It’s about stringing together all the odds and ends of our strengths, getting comfortable with our nakedness and being proud of the person that we are – our fallible selves.
I’m not there yet. The stripping is still a daily process, like yanking off a band-aid from old wounds, I face my fears every single day. I have to choose to resist my defensive mechanisms coming into play and instead, stand still.
You see, I want to grow comfortable with my weaknesses.
I want to stand, stripped.
In the Dream Maker’s arms.
I choose to see Him, as He hung naked on the cross.
He took the stripping, that I might be clothed in His perfection.