I'm a big fan of keeping things real.
In my 20's, I walked away from the organized religion I was raised in because I felt like I was constantly being judged by fake people. As an adult, I could clearly see that going to church had become a big popularity contest week after week. It was an opportunity for fake people to plaster fake smiles across their faces and tell fake tales of fake happiness. Everyone was trying to see who would be victorious with the fake crown of most fake perfect life.
As a little girl, I remember Sunday School lessons from church doctrines telling me over and over that I must strive to be perfect. Nothing short of perfection would ever be acceptable. This message left me without hope, because I knew I couldn't ever live up to the standard. I wasn't perfect. Therefore, God wouldn't ever love me.
What I've learned since leaving, is that those teachings were wrong. God never said He wanted perfect children. He loves us, despite our imperfections.
I'm so thankful I was able to figure this out before I allowed my own daughters to receive these teachings and fall into the trap of believing that perfection is an essential element to attaining Heaven.
I just read a message that touched me on a very deep level. For the record, it has nothing to do with religion.
It has everything to do with being human.
I'm thankful that someone found it and took the time to share it with me. So I thought I'd share it with you.