Typos

A friend has been writing beautiful short stories on social media lately. I asked how long it takes her to write one, and she said five minutes, because she doesn’t edit too much. But to me, they’re perfect! 

I’m a recovering perfectionist, and I tend to write-rewrite-edit and then edit again and again before I post something. I see mistakes (too) easily. (Like that time last week that I saw a typo on the website for a proofreading service… yes that happened.)  

I want something to be perfect before I post it on the internet and I lose control of where it may end up. If it’s going to end up somewhere, it had better be right. I’d be mortified if someone saw a typo in my work! (I did mention recovering perfectionist.)

But what if I remember that in and in spite of my mistakes—bigger ones than just typos on a blog—God can make beauty? 

What if I remember that God turns messiness into art and opportunity? 

What if I remember that God uses my weakness to show His power?

What if I remember that I’m not perfect anyways, and it’s ok that other people know it? (Because really, they already do.) 

I hope I can keep remembering. And in the meantime, I still make a pretty good editor.