The problem with wanting perfect...

I have a lovely home, I seem to be cleaning and tidying constantly (the joy of having pets, a child & a husband) and yet
 no-one ever sees it!

I long to be sociable and hospitable but the thought of having people for dinner sends me into a spiral of panic, incessant cleaning and a fear about what to cook.

I know that friends do not come to check out whether I've dusted the lampshade and it's not 'Come dine with me', there will be no point scoring. And even though I know this, I still worry that this would be the focus!

This all adds up to me not having people over, even though I desperately want to. I am not a person who has a place for everything or tidies away the minute someone puts things down - perhaps if I were then I wouldn't feel like the house always looked like a tornado hit!

But it doesn't and I know it doesn't, I'm a perfectionist!!

That's the real problem, this problem is real to me. God calls us to focus on Him, to love others, to open our home and to be hospitable. He does not say the house must be cleaned from top to bottom and a dish served that Jamie Oliver would approve of.

I do have friends who can just turn up and 'take me as they find me', in fact I prefer it that way. It's the pressure of inviting people to dinner and the expectations that they don't have that I imagine they do!

My challenge to myself over the next few months is to stop hiding from this problem and deal with it. That means inviting people over.... and so the panic begins.

What's going to get me through it? In Colossians 3:2 it says: 
'Set your mind on things above, not on earthly things'.

So I am setting my mind on being with friends, loving them, enjoying their company, having fellowship, sharing together and not on the quality of housekeeping and cooking.

Is it just me? Do you battle with living in the struggle for perfection?

1 comment:

  1. Oh yes. I'm not that houseproud but then the only time the place gets cleaned is when people come over. As you say, I know in my heart that a bit of dust is unimportant in comparison with friendship, so why is it so hard to leave things less than perfect? I need to work on this.