I recently had a conversation with the professor who teaches the class I’m auditing.
In dialoguing about potential doctoral studies, I lamented that my Greek was terrible, that everything I’ve learned has pretty much flown the neuronal coop, and that this would be a significant barrier if I wanted to get a PhD in New Testament...
If I ever became a female UFC fighter, I’d play this song as I walked into the Octagon...
In reading Matthew 19.16-22 for my Three Worlds post, I came across that tricky little word—perfect (Matthew 19.21).
Currently, I’m still wrestling with my perfectionist demons. I’m still trying to discern the difference between perfection and excellence. I’m still working on allowing my perfectionism to propel me forward, but in a grace-filled, self-forgiving, risk-taking, diminished-fear-of-failure kind of way. Progress has been slow, but I’m beginning to strike a balance...