I Like to Be Right. There. I said it.
This isn't new. I've always liked to be right. I know Christians should be humble and all that, but between you and me, it's a real struggle at times. Because of enjoying being right, it's hard to admit when I've made a mistake. Or when I need help.
But it is getting easier. Maybe it's age. Maybe it's knowledge learned the hard way.
Or maybe, it's because I've experienced something amazing. When I admit I've made a mistake, the pressure is somehow lifted to be perfect the next time.
I thought people wanted me to be perfect ... but they don't. They want me to be real. And that I can be.
You see, what I thought people wanted from me, isn't what they want from me at all.
My kids wants a mom who asks their forgiveness when she blows her top, instead of pretending it didn't happen.
My husband wants a wife who laughs when she forgets an appointment so he doesn't feel like a loser when he does.
My sisters want a sister who will stand by them - silently if necessary - instead of trying to find impressive but meaningless words.
My friends in ministry want someone who will admit her sins, so they don't feel disqualified because of theirs.
And I believe that most people who read my blog, books or devotions or or those who hear me speak, just want to know that I desperately need a Savior. And more importantly, that I have found one named Jesus Christ, who loves me, desperately, even when I mess up ... repeatedly.
Being right has some advantages. But admitting I've made a mistake, or need help, seems to have a greater advantage, because it puts me in a place of humility, and seeking God's favor over the favor of others.
Maybe it's time for a little confession. Or reaching out a hand for help. What do we have to lose?
In His Love,
"Obviously, I’m not trying to win the approval of people, but of God. If pleasing people were my goal, I would not be Christ’s servant." Galatians 1:10 (NLT)