By Katie Reid.
I see you there, love…my try-hard girl, my striving for the “A” daughter, the Type A woman—the Martha type who handles it all.
You are My creation—painted with the brushstrokes of grace upon breathtaking landscape.
I know how hard you work…rising early, staying up late, constantly stirring thoughts around like stew, looking for the perfect blend to make it all right.
You are not an orphan, but an heir—privy to the inheritance that I died to give you.
Through each season, you strive to keep it all together—polished, shiny, bright.
You strive to measure up. You scurry to keep up. You fear messing up. You dread fessing up.
Can I let you in on a little secret? You don’t have to be flawless.
It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect.” –Psalm 18:32
Can I reassure you, this day? You don’t have to have to earn that which has been freely given.
For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus our Lord. -Romans 6:23
I AM perfect, so you don’t have to be. I AM enough, so you don’t have to do more.
The easy A is yours. That which you are striving for has already been done.
You can stop studying. You can stop counting. You can rest.
We lay our hangups and wounds at His feet. We go forward in freedom because we are wound up in a Love that has no bounds.
P.S. Get caught up on the other Letters to the Tightly Wound Woman:
January: Listen Close, Listen Well
February: Finishing Well
March: Slowing Down
April: Sweet Words
Summer: Waking Up
November: Grace Enough