After pages and pages of construction details, the text says simply: 'Thus all the work of the tabernacle of the tent of meeting was finished.' The work was done. Completely.
I've never finished anything. I come from a perfectionist family where projects are perpetually almost-done, and completion feels like failure because it means you're not improving it anymore. But here completion is named as an accomplishment.
Reading this in therapy, I realized I'd created a spirituality where never being satisfied was a virtue. But the Israelites celebrated when the tent was finished. The work was complete. It was ready to be used. That's not settling - that's actually arriving at the end of the thing you were building.
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