I read something this morning that said, “Perfectionism isn’t a fruit of the spirit. Joy is.” This thought really hit a little too close to home for me.
My husband and I know we’re different. Sometimes, our stance on things stand at polar opposite ends. This includes how we handle our living space. I prefer tidiness – End tables free from clutter, bathroom sinks clean of toothpaste and hair, dirty clothes off of the floor. My dear sweet husband, on the other hand, doesn’t mind the mess. It doesn’t get to him like it does me. I’m guilty of letting the imperfections of everyday life steal my joy. I’m honestly ashamed to admit it, but there are even times I will lose sleep over a messy house. I let the strive for perfection rob me of the fruits of the spirit the Lord wants for me.