Ever since I was little, there was always a voice in my head telling me that whatever I was doing wasn’t quite good enough. I don’t know exactly where this perfectionism came from, but it haunted me for many years. Whether I was singing, acting, thinking, working, decorating, cooking, or just trying to do life, I set the bar so high I could never live up to my unrealistic expectations.
About 4 years ago, I met my best friend. He changed everything. His personality and attitude challenged me to live by faith and be myself. His OCD inspired me, oddly enough, to love who I was and deal with my flaws and accept them. God brought me this man for a reason–to be my partner and help me through life. And now this man is my fiancé.
We are getting married in less than a month, and our couch arrived yesterday! Filled with excitement and giddy joy, we ripped open this huge box like it was Christmas morning. Getting down to business, we put our heads together and started assembling this big piece of furniture all on our own.
Close to the time we were finished, we realized we put the back of the couch on the wrong way. The old me probably would have stressed, gotten upset, and possibly given up. But instead, we had a moment of silence, then looked at each other and burst into uncontrollable laughter.
You see, God made us to do life together. To sharpen each other (Proverbs 27:17). I have realized that life is short…love is fragile…and these precious moments of decorating our first home are once in a lifetime.
And I would rather laugh through the mistakes with my team mate rather than stress and strive for perfectionism.
Will I ever be the perfect wife? Probably not. But I am so blessed to have a man that can laugh and smile with me through the real, raw moments that make up our beautifully messy lives.
“A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.”