Wednesday, November 16, 2011
My Feeble Attempt
That's a really nice thought. A really nice thought that's really false. You aren't perfect. I'm not perfect. We never will be. I don't even have a good proportion of doing things right to messing up. In fact, I'd estimate that I mess up 8.48 times for every one time that I actually do something right. But that's just a rough guess.
I'm okay with that. I want to do better in every area of my life but there is something to be said for imperfection. It makes us vulnerable. It tears down some of judgment walls if we would just realize that everyone is just as broken as we are and we are just a group of fallen people feebly trying to hold each other up while resting in the incredible grace of the God who created and saved us.
It also makes the small perfections in life even more beautiful. The innocence of children is even more precious, the sincere smile from a stranger even more encouraging.
We are wonderfully made and known by name by an incredible God, yes. Perfect we are not.