i’ve been thinking about performance and acceptance.
how, being in a relationship where you are accepted based on your performance is so hard.
how, noone wins in that kind of thing.
how, If your acceptance of me is based on how well i perform, our relationship will only be as good as my worst performance.
because really, it’s not my best performances that set the standard for your acceptance.
you’ll want to accept me on my good performing days, and it’ll make me feel less edgy.
but, on those days when my performance is lousy and your acceptance is gone…unfortunately, those are the days where reality lives.
the reality that i will not always be able to please you and that i will never be able to ‘live up’ to the standard of your acceptance.
i think about this because i’m muddling my way through something like this.
and, maybe you can relate.
and, maybe you cannot.
it seems to me that it’s not a new thing to wrestle with performance based acceptance.
it happens in our marriages, our families, our friendships, our work relationships, our churches.
it takes on a form all its own in our minds when we feel like God doesn’t love us unless we do ‘such-and-so’.
but, that’s the very place where we should never even once have a thought of performance based acceptance.
because if we truly embraced and accepted and understood God’s great love for us, we would know with all that we are that this is not a valid concern.
in all honesty?
this is mind-blowing for me to even begin to understand.
and, sadly, i think it’s because i’ve been trapped in the snare of performing for acceptance.
not in all areas, and not in a lot of levels.
but, in just enough areas of my life that it’s become confusing to how i relate and react.
so, i’m sitting back here thinking these things and looking at my stuff and saying ‘i’m just broke.’
broken feels like of little worth, like giving very little effort.
and, this song…
this song that really is about broken in a marriage relationship, rings in my head over and again.
this song that talks about disappointment and forgiveness and wishing for less scars and more grace…
and how we are not meant to be complete on our own.
maybe it’s that we have to let all of the ugly, broken, all of the fight and all of the shattered dreams fall together for a more beautiful picture.
maybe letting go of the hopes and wishes, the hurts and disappointments will bring us together.
maybe it won’t be in the time table that we would wish for.
and, maybe it won’t be in the way that we wish.
but, maybe, together looks different when it’s broken.
maybe broken looks whole when it’s together.
i like that picture.
that picture where even though things are ugly and disappointing and broken, if it’s brought to Jesus, if it’s brought together in Him, it’s whole.
broken together seems so contradictory on the surface, but deep down, or maybe even just below the surface, it’s no contradiction at all.
and, so, while i know that God sees me for more than my worst performance, the reality is His acceptance is always the same no matter my performance.
my worst, broken performance garners His unconditional acceptance.
oh, for Grace to trust Him more.