Years ago, I realized I had been allowing myself to be taken hostage by a cruel master called ‘perfectionism’. At the time, my primary objective was to display a ‘perfect’ external disguise to cover internal wounds and damage—thus, theoretically preventing any peering persons from observing negative stuff in my soul that could be judged or rejected.I spent nearly all my energy attempting to project the image of ‘having it all together’. Friends praised my neat house, home-cooked healthy meals from scratch, well-behaved kids with homemade clothing and toys, my ‘perfect’ marriage, and perfect figure and appearance.
I knew it was all a lie—inside I was miserable and scared. My perfect world was fear-based, solely focused on self-protection. It was an effort to maintain outward control when I felt inwardly chaotic and out of control. And my fantasy world required increasing efforts to maintain the façade. Eventually, it all began to fall apart—thanks to God!
The turning point was one day when a friend with two young children, (like me at the time), confided that she vacuumed her WHOLE house 5 to 6 times every single day because when her family walked on the carpet and messed up the vacuum lines, she felt she would go nuts.
I saw her ‘prison’—and recognized my own.
Conviction set in as I realized the messy misery I was needlessly imposing on my family with my unreachable high standards and expectations. My self-protection constructed a fortress that kept me locked-up lonely inside.
Once I realized the full extent of my dilemma, nothing short of tearful repentance would work for me—renounce, denounce, surrender, cease and desist, find another way to deal with the insecurity I was covering. My husband and I declared ‘perfectionism’ a dirty word around our house, and went to war against it.
It was a difficult journey. Funny thing though—I discovered that people actually like me better when I make mistakes and can admit them. Or when they visit my messy house—and I don’t feel the need to apologize. I also began to fathom that God really is in control and he can indeed be trusted with every situation. Everything works out better when placed into his hands.
If you work on your ‘internals’ (deal with your stuff) and allow your sharpened character shine through your ‘externals’, you reveal the REAL treasure of YOU inside—including weaknesses and warts—thus releasing people around you to just be themselves as well.
Life is too short and we are each too valuable to spend significant years hiding and pretending to have it all together. If we embrace each others’ imperfections and lovingly challenge each other in encouraging ways to tackle our issues, we make room for God's glory to radiate Perfect freedom and peace.

When I tell people that I interpret dreams, one of the most common responses I receive is, “I don’t remember my dreams.”
For Christmas, I received a beautiful clock for a gift.
A new walking shoe recently appeared on the shoe market—the Skecher Shape-Ups, a bouncy, high-tech type of footwear.
I have experienced past seasons of dreaming I was getting dressed and could not find shoes that fit or matched.
Reflecting on the reason for the season puts everything in perspective—we see more clearly how we have been touched and blessed by the Light of the World’s love and presence through past days and months.
Several times last week I listened to people share their ‘green dreams’, and each person held their own unique interpretation of what the green meant. There is no such thing as one ‘universal’ meaning for green.
One of my favorite things during the holiday season is the appearance of lights—they manifest everywhere, in trees, yards, on houses, and sometimes in the most unusual places.
Perhaps you will recognize these words of Jesus:
The people who give them usually mean well, though some are just plain mean.
We try to get creative as often as possible, especially when we host company, a party, contribute to a potluck dinner, or we want to treat someone special.
If you could pick out any new car, and you could make specific feature requests, what would you ask for?
If you drive past car dealerships, nearly all car models come in these ‘standard’ colors.