I know Perfectionism.
She calls my name and says,
"You will never be good enough."
And sometimes I listen.
I cower in a corner.
Or I endlessly run.
But it's always about fear.
Then these words stop me in my tracks,
grab me by the heart,
and invite grace to speak instead:
Perfect love casts out fear (1 John 4:18)
I don't have to be perfect.
I only need to be perfectly loved.
And I am.
So are you.
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