I dislike having to do things
over again. I don’t mind putting in the
time to complete something, but when it doesn’t turn out as I expected, I feel
compelled to redo it until it’s right. I
subject myself to unnecessary internal battles, reprimanding myself for not
being perfect. That’s my analytical mind
at work.
Being a
perfectionist—precision-oriented—is, at times, my Achilles’ heel. It’s hard not to criticize myself for making
mistakes while constantly finding fault in my attempts to succeed. I believe this mindset stems from my
childhood, when it seemed nearly impossible to do anything that would truly
please my dad. He called it “reverse
psychology,” believing his approach would push me to do better. Instead, it created a lasting impression
within me: that I was never quite good enough.
But God has given me a new
beginning. He has helped me accept the
truth that I am not perfect—and that I don’t have to be. He is reprogramming my heart and mind,
teaching me to be kinder to myself and more patient than ever before.
Before choosing to follow
Jesus, I was constantly searching for something to fill the void—to bring peace
to my restless and dissatisfied soul. I
resisted change and avoided trying new things, yet deep down I knew something
had to shift. I couldn’t continue living
under the same “not good enough” identity.
I felt trapped, repeating the same patterns, wondering if I would ever
truly accept myself.
That’s what brings me to this
moment.
God said, “Come as you are,
and I will make you whole.” His
invitation spoke directly to the imperfections I had long wrestled with. In my search for peace, I found Him—and
everything began to change.
Now, I include God in all my
endeavors. Life flows more smoothly,
like a well-oiled machine. My
self-criticism has softened, and my activities have become more productive—and
even enjoyable. Life has taken on new
meaning since God became my confidant.
Instead of hearing, “You can
do better,” I now hear, “You can do it.
I have confidence in you.” The
Holy Spirit is my strength and my comforter.
What more could I ask for?
This is my new beginning—with
Jesus by my side.
Written by,
Papa Boyd
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