I had a bit of a meltdown last night. After some really crazy, tough situations coming in rapid succession in the past several years, my emotional thermometer has been a little wonky and I end up bursting into tears when I make a lot of mental connections at once. Last night, the impact of perfectionism in my life hit me like a freight train barreling down a mountain pass.
My beloved friends Amy and Jordan got married this weekend, and I had the honor to stand up with them as they said their vows in front of the goofiest group of family and friends I’ve ever met. I might add that I enjoyed the bonus adventure of being the bridesmaid who got to walk down the aisle with two groomsmen (four bridesmaids and five groomsmen makes Jillian a lucky lady!)- and we neither tripped nor accidentally set ourselves on fire with the decorative candles along the aisle.
I made some enormous decisions last night to give myself grace and reject perfectionism. I decided throw aside insane high expectations of myself and live a life worth living. I realized, as I scrambled to attempt homework in the midst of a board game melee with the wedding party on the Friday night before the wedding, that my expectations for myself were standing between me and the joy of presence.
When I take communion, I have always found myself remembering the phrase, “Taste and see that the Lord is good.” When I hold myself to my own unreasonable standards, I miss out on the good that God has for me- I do not taste or see the goodness.
Taste the sweetness of Finnish cinnamon french toast, eaten for breakfast in the presence of friends old and new
See the tears in the eyes of your dear friend’s soon-to-be-husband as he sees his bride for the first time on their wedding day
Hear the cracking of the best man’s voice as he tears up while speaking of the grace shown by his friend
Smell the pancakes and coffee made for you by the owner of the cabins you’re sleeping in and the parents of the bride
Feel the smoothness of the bridesmaids’ hair on your fingers as you finish styling hair on the morning of the wedding, brimming with excitement as you do well something for which you’ve no formal training and simply a great deal of enjoyment
Taste, see, hear, smell and feel that the Lord is good.
This weekend, we were served and tended to by some fabulous people in Houghton and Hancock in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. My opinions are entirely my own and I have received no compensation for the linking to or advertising of these entities; they will know of my endorsement for the first time if/when they see this blog. It is my pleasure to recommend the following:
We stayed several wonderful nights at Ridge View Resort in Chassell, MI; clean, pleasant accommodations and a fabulously friendly, helpful proprietor in Jason.
Bridal party manicures/pedicures done by Nikki at Maggie’s Massage Spa Resort in Houghton
Hysterically AWESOME time at Respawn Tactical Laser Tag for a combination bachelor/bachelorette party
Delicious day-before-the-wedding breakfast at Suomi Restaurant. I had the cinnamon french toast, and most of my friends had Panakakku; all of it was delicious!
The photographer and cake were amazing as well- I’ll update this post with more details once I get them from the mother of the bride.