i love my imperfections
Shopping Product ReviewsUnlike most people, I love my imperfections; those imperfections of mine don’t cause me much trouble.
I know that most people like to focus on their perfections so that they can impress other people. But what about people like me who don’t have perfections to boast of? If I had a perfection, I would spend all my time talking about it. And that would get pretty boring before long.
Some people are ashamed of their imperfections and try to hide them. They think that for some reason their imperfections bring them down. Therefore, they try their best to hide their imperfections from everyone, thinking that no one will know anything about them.
For a long time, I tried to do it myself. Then came the day when I realized that most people could see past my facade and see my imperfections.
For every perfection someone has, there are probably dozens of imperfections. As for me though, I can’t think of any perfection that I can have and therefore focusing on my imperfections is the most reasonable thing to do.
Yes, there was a time when I didn’t think I had blemishes. That’s the attitude of singles. Once I got married, I was presented with many blemishes that I never knew I had. I had no reason to think he had one.
Before I got married, I thought I was the perfect person with wonderful talent and abilities. From my current perspective, I sure was fooled with those non-existent perfections I thought I had.
This is one of the significant advantages of getting married. When a person only thinks about the perfections that he has in his life and knows nothing about the imperfections, he is headed for disaster. So I guess that’s why I got married when I was young.
I have a cousin who was pretty and works faithfully on it, but she is focused on her perfections. For example, she takes her appearance very seriously, especially her skin. All I have to do is, when I meet her, say, “Is that a new wrinkle on your face I see?”
She’ll laugh, but I know she’ll soon be gone to try and work that wrinkle out in a few minutes. Her idea is that her face has no wrinkles. Well I think to myself, how does that work?
He doesn’t realize that the wrinkles are a verification that you are doing something with your life and growing. Instead, he views it from a negative point of view.
As a young man, he believed that he knew everything and was perfect in everything. I remember how boring that kind of life was, not to mention how arrogant it was.
If all I have in my life is perfection, how the hell can I improve myself?
When I remember a certain imperfection that I have, it encourages me to improve. If I’m perfect, I can’t improve, but I can if I’m imperfect. So it took me a long time to understand that.
Looking back on my life now, I can appreciate all those areas of imperfection that I survived. If imperfection is so bad, why have I had so many and survived?
It was the Graceful Mistress of the Parsonage who helped me understand my imperfections. I’m sure she’s not done with her homework, but so far she’s discovered a lot of blemishes and I’ve been working on some of them.
It’s true what my father used to say: “Son, you can’t fix everything.” Knowing that gives me great relief from all the imperfections I have in my life.
Although my wife has been very faithful in helping me identify the areas of imperfection in my life, I have learned something very special. As a wife, that seems to be her job to help improve her husband. But, as a husband, that aspect of life is completely and utterly off limits.
You do not believe me? Well, husbands, go tell your wife what’s wrong and how she can fix it. Don’t worry; I’ll say something nice at your funeral.
Through the years, I have enjoyed my imperfections because I don’t allow them to haunt me or even define me. If I fix everything that’s wrong with me, what the hell would I do next? Start fixing my wife’s blemishes?
I remember when my imperfections suddenly didn’t mean much to me. It was then that small children began to invade our home. Once they started arriving, everything about me in my perfections flew out the window. Now, and I’m so thankful for that, it’s all about those little kids. No one looks at me, but they all look at my children.
I think that’s why God gives us children. He diverts attention from us to those cute, perfect little pre-adults. God is so wise in what he does.
When thinking about perfection, I can’t help but go to a verse of scripture that talks about it. “Be ye therefore perfect, as your Father which is in heaven is perfect” (Matthew 5:48).
My idea of ​​perfection is on the human level but that doesn’t meet God’s standards. My perfection has to be according to our “Father who is in heaven”.
My imperfections are not a challenge to God if I give my heart completely to him.