By definition, balance means “an even distribution of weight.” I love all things fair and even. Balance sounds like a good way to approach life, but it’s an impossible target. And when we pursue it, we inevitably end up feeling like we’re failing. Guilty because we can’t keep everything “balanced” - family, work, marriage, activities, hobbies.
My children are one of the main ways God speaks to me these days - both through their tantrums and their pure and innocent hearts. How many times have I fussed at God because he said "no" or "not yet," or in his kindness he protected me, but I viewed it as confining instead of a blessing?
I wonder how our relationship with the Father would change if we related to Him in the manner in which we're trying to teach our children to relate to us? Acknowledging that He knows more than we do, coming to Him when we need help or when we messed up, accepting that when he asks us to wait that there is a loving purpose.
I am learning to respect the seasons. Not in a despairing, mournful way, but with anticipation and expectation. (I do not believe God ordains suffering, but he is certainly the redeemer and purpose-maker of it). I am learning to greet the seasons with Holy Spirit-led vision and expectation. Sometimes it's a season for big things and sometimes for small things. A season for preparation and a season for reaping the benefits of years of faithfulness.
For years, I thought perfection was a prerequisite to progress. But, I've learned that perfectionism actually inhibits progress. The pursuit of perfection was paralyzing. It made me feel " stuck."
The pursuit of perfection leads to paralysis, but seeking progress leads to purpose. Consciously decide to value your progress over perfection. Focusing on excellence is healthy; pursuing perfection is not.