Thank you for never making me feel guilty for spending so much time huddled in my little basement office. I know there were moments when I was distracted by looming deadlines and focused solely on finishing just one more page when I called out Ill be up in a minute! but I wasnt.
Never once did any of you complain that dinner was a little late or that you had to wait longer than you wanted to ask me an important question.
Acknowledgments
S ometimes words lack the power punch I want them to land as I seek to express my gratitude to everyone at Hendrickson Publishers who labored over this book that you, dear reader, are now holding in your hands. It all starts with a books conception in the mind of an author (me), which leads to receiving the delightfully heartening news that my favorite publisher (Hendrickson!) once again agreed to publish my latest book idea. After that follow countless hours spent writing, editing, designing the cover (and writing back cover copy) and the interior pages, all finally resulting in the actual physical production of this book.
Amazing, isnt it? The sheer number of individualswho lend their expertise to a project like this so that readers like you can be uplifted, encouraged, and gently challenged to grow in your knowledge of Jesus Christ as his beloved discipleis staggering to me. Ive been in publishing for over thirty-five years, and Im still wowed by the intricate and demanding process of creating a book.
Let me now name some names so that you, dear reader, can join me in saying thank you to these marvelously talented and God-honoring individuals whom I am so thankful to call my friends from afar. First, thank you, Patricia Anders; as editorial director at Hendrickson, you carry many responsibilities, and I cannot imagine the heavy workload you carry every dayseemingly with perfect ease. I am so thankful for you and for the friendship we now enjoy, and Im so excited we can say together, We did it. Again! Lets celebrate! To Meg Rusick for marketing, Phil Frank for typesetting, and Sarah Slattery for cover design, my most sincere appreciation and thanks for working so hard on behalf of my book. Every single time, you give me a priceless gift by laboring each in your own specific area of expertise to build these precious books with me. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you! Finally, to Dave Pietrantonio, who handles the book production process, kudos once again for making all the pieces come together in such an eye-appealing and practical way. You are much appreciated.
I also want to express my kindest appreciation to Bob Hostetler, who happily represents me at the Steve Laube Agency. Keep the jokes coming, Bob. We writers tend to be all too serious, and your sense of humor brings me daily comedic relief when I need it most.
Introduction
If the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.
John 8:36
I am a perfectionist. I admit it. I was, at one time long ago, pretty proud of the fact.
Looking back, I cannot for the life of me understand why I would have considered my perfectionist tendencies as anything positive and God-honoring. But I did. Just to prove to you that I know of what I speak, I will share with you a few of my earlier perfectionist, soul-crushing habits.
As a child, I recall being obsessed with symmetry. Pictures, books, rugs, knick-knacks, anything and everything had to square up in a perfectly balanced way or Id succumb to this irrepressible urge to fix it. I recall lying on my bed and looking around my bedroom, and if the tiniest edge of the curtain was even a bit crooked, I would quickly get up and straighten it.
Every night when I went to bed, I would make sure my blankets and sheets were pressed smoothly from every angle and tucked in just so. Then I would carefully slip in between the sheets and, you guessed it, straighten them again before closing my eyes. Oh, and my clothes had to be a perfect match in color too. Had. To. Match. I recall driving my poor mother to distraction with that particular perfectionist must-do. If you looked in my closet, you would have been impressed. It was perfect. From top to bottom, my clothes, shoes, and toys were positioned in proper order according to my perfectionist obsession for symmetry.
Now that you have the picture of how I dealt with my surroundings and possessions on the outside, Ill let you into the inner workings of my childs heart and mind. My inside was the mirror opposite of my perfect external world. Because of my fear-driven perfectionist tendencies, I strived for control in every area. I felt mostly anxious, afraid, and high-strung becauselets face itchildren do not have much control of anything, large or small, in their little worlds. I remember developing what I called my exit strategy for any situation I was uncomfortable with. I would imagine the worst that could happen (at school, at home, at my dance classes) and then create my exit strategy (or my coping plan), just in case the worst actually did transpire. I was contemplating these exit strategies as an early elementary-aged child. How sad is that?
Anyone who admires and desires to emulate the perfectionists among us has no idea the mental and emotional torture we perfectionists put ourselves through on a daily basis. How eternally thankful I am that God sent one of his ambassadors to me when I was twelve years old to share the good news of the gospel, whereupon I immediately repented and accepted Jesus perfect sacrifice on the cross for my sins. God knew my anxious childs heart was in dire need of saving, rescue, and eternal security. On that momentous and life-changing holiday evening just before Christmas, my new life began and God started the process of setting me free from the self-imposed perfectionist prison I had created for myself.