Progress. It had to be done. I knew it was inconvenient for people to go to my website for some of my information and then to my blog to stay connected as we travel this journey of faith together. But the thought of merging my speaker website and my blog seemed so daunting, so overwhelming. I had expectations about how it would look and the bells and whistles that would abound. I wanted it to be perfect, but perfection often stands in the way of progress. So a good coach helped me scale back my expectations of perfection in favor of progress (with plans for more progress in the future, of course!) and I have made the merge. All the posts from this blog have been migrated to www.CurlyGirl4God.com and this will be my last post here…but certainly not my last post!
I am so blessed to walk through this life with those of you who follow my blog. I appreciate knowing that you are out there, joining in my conversation, even though we may never actually converse. I feel your presence like the best listening friends one could ever hope for. I am trying my best to figure out how to transfer your subscriptions to my site so we can continue our journey; but that, too, is a process. Until then, I hope you will jump over to the new site, take a look around, and re-subscribe.
It isn’t easy to settle for progress when we are seeking perfection. Progress, by definition, takes time, and frankly, I want it all and I want it now ~ just like Veruca Salt from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I feel the same way about my Christian life. I want only pure thoughts, a clean heart, to be a true reflection of Jesus ~ I want it all and I want it now. But I am not there yet ~ just ask my husband. Still, I believe I am making progress.
But it is a process, a process that Christians call sanctification. It is done by God’s grace through the working of the Holy Spirit in our lives; and we can either work with Him or against Him in this. It is a process of making us holy and set apart and it lasts a lifetime. Even though we are told by Jesus to be perfect, as our Father in heaven is perfect, we are also told that this will never happen while we are in this earthly body because all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God. It is Jesus who is perfect for us ~ in Him is our perfection. Until we shed this earthly temple for our heavenly one, well, we will continue to be a work in progress. Have you thanked the Holy Spirit lately for all the hard work He does to sanctify you? Me neither! Let’s do it now!
“But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.” 1 Corinthians 6:11
Conditions – more specifically, perfect conditions. I recently participated in a women’s half marathon. It took a while for me to commit to the venture, and by the time I did, I only had about twelve weeks to get into shape. Less than perfect conditions.
I found a handy chart that plotted the daily workouts I would need to complete to prepare me for the big day. I followed the plan faithfully…well, mostly faithfully. Less than perfect conditions.
Over the past few years I have allowed a few extra pounds to creep on. Well, maybe more than a few. It isn’t easy to lug around several sacks of potatoes, as I like to lovingly call my extra weight. I had hoped to lose at least some of it by the race, but even with the extra exercise, I just couldn’t seem to shed any serious poundage, so I would be carting those potato bags with me on race day. Less than perfect conditions.
Prior to the race, the longest distance I had walked at one time was a little over 11 miles. A half marathon is 13.1 miles. I was venturing into unknown territory wondering if I would have the endurance to go a little further than I had before. Less than perfect conditions.
Race day was clear and beautiful. The sun was shining brightly…at times, a little too brightly. It got warm…much warmer than my climate controlled gym. In workouts, I stayed the course…a flat course void of inclines; however, the race course had several hills that I was not prepared for. Less than perfect conditions.
Oh, and I waited until I turned 50 to give this half marathon thing a try. Really less than perfect conditions.
In spite of all the ways that conditions were less than perfect for me to participate in this race, I ran it anyway. Well, run may be a bit of an exaggeration, it was more like an awkward walk/jog thing. And, you know what? It was a blast! I found the endurance to complete 13.1 miles on my own two feet, in spite of a lack of training, never having gone that far before, heat and hills, and extra weight. Conditions were far less than perfect, and yet, it was perfect.
How many times in life do we avoid doing something because we are waiting for perfect conditions? As one who marginally struggles with perfectionism and expectations, I am the first to admit that I can easily fall into this trap and believe the lie. And it is a lie, after all. There is no such thing as perfect conditions. At best we may be able to achieve ideal conditions, but perfect? I don’t think so.
So what are you waiting for? Perfect conditions? I hope not!