Imperfections

I want to declare something; to make a statement about myself: I AM WHOLLY AND COMPLETELY AND WONDERFULLY AND MAGNIFICENTLY IMPERFECT. YESTERDAY I WAS IMPERFECT. TODAY I AM IMPERFECT. TOMORROW I WILL BE IMPERFECT. AND I NEED TO BE OKAY WITH BEING IMPERFECT.

Good gracious, how I am struggling through imperfection right now :) Okay, let's admit it: I am ALWAYS struggling through my imperfections, because the truth is, I really just want to be perfect. That is what I am attaining for all of the time. Perfection is usually my highest goal. Most of the things I loathe about myself are driven by the need to be perfect. Perfect!!!

Perfect: entirely without any flaws, defects, or shortcomings. This is what I am striving for, yet I am forgetting that inherently I cannot be that.

I am sitting here tonight with a house that is quite unkempt and stomach that is absolutely over-full and upset (due to over-eating) and an attitude to match. I think I pretty much hate an "unkempt" house, the fact that I tend to over-eat a lot, and my bad attitude. I wish that I never over-ate; that I chose correctly portioned meals at all times, that my house was immaculate every single second of the day, and that my attitude was positive always. There; I said it. That's how I really feel.

Jesus, may I choose to embrace my imperfections, but, more importantly, may I understand that I must accept your deep, deep love in the midst of them!