Let me tell you a bit about perfectionists if you don't happen to be one.
If we can't do something
perfectly well, we sometimes just won't do it at all.
Which, truth be told, is why I nearly called February a wash and didn't post until March 1st.
However, when you're a perfectionist who generally avoids procrastination, there's a war zone in your head on a regular basis. :)
All of that to say this, I'm struggling.
Perfectionist + anti-procrastination + lingering sinus headache= major loss of perspective.
Yesterday I asked God for some direction and plain ole' encouragement, and as He is wont to do, I got a bit of both from an unexpected conversation yesterday. It made me think again about why I love women's ministry and why it's even important at all.
Early this morning, outside in the breaking fog, I could see my husband's garden, and I knew he'd been digging around in it, turning over packed winter dirt, reminding the soil what it is to be soft and fertile and ready for growing things.
And I thought, I want to be like that.
Ready for growing things. Not packed down and crusty with winter-weariness.
There's lots of cold in the forecast for this week- bitter cold, actually.
There are lots of obstacles-spiritual, traditional, you name it-to real relationships.
Psalm 71:14 is the springtime of the soul, hope in the Lord.
The gate is praise. Focusing my heart and mind on real praise will grow hope in me, and praise will break through the cares of the Body and will sow seeds of joy.