I have been thinking a lot about “perfection” of late.
And I have finally reached that age where I have to admit, it is elusive…
Perfection for me…is not obtainable…
I try and I try and it always escapes me…I always fall short…wayyyyyy short!
Now I am aware that some people think that they are perfect…
They have the perfect job, the perfect family, live in the perfect house and make the perfect amount of money. They dress perfectly…every hair perfectly in place…
Trust me, that is not me.
Prayerfully, life teaches you a few things along the way…
Try as I might, I always am reminded – how far away from perfection, I am…
You know those little collar buttons on shirts? When did they get so small? I swear the holes are shrinking and the buttons are getting bigger and bigger.
Daily it becomes a chore, just to put on a dress shirt and button those little buttons…
I like playing cards with friends…but I have never experienced the perfect game…
Kings Corners
Solitaire
Hearts
Rummy
Canasta
Cribbage…whatever the game, I am not perfect.
I guess the only game I really excel at – is 52 pick-up…but then, I even get weary picking up and finding all those cards.
There are those people that think they have perfect teeth…with the perfect smile…and they are perfectly white.
I have to admit sometimes I forget to floss, sometimes my teeth hurt and my gums are receding – like my hairline.
Nothing perfect here…
And speaking of hair, there once was a full head, dark-wavy natural curls, but that was in days long past…
Gray hairs do whatever they want, they go where ever they want…they are a stubborn lot, far from perfect.
When it comes to law – I admit that I speed. I sneak through traffic lights on orange and I am not always as attentive as I know – I am supposed to be.
When it comes to the laws of God, the Ten Commandments and all 613 Hebraic Laws…again, I fall short. Time and time and time again, I fall short.
I tell you – “perfection” is elusive…
For me, and I can only speak for myself…I mess up…
I do not do as I should.
I do not do as I am supposed to.
Thank God there is grace.
Thank God that God loves me as I am.
Thank God there is mercy…
I am loved. I am accepted. I am cared about in-spite of all my short-comings…
Age and aging teaches us many lessons…and one of those lessons just happens to be:
I am not perfect.
Nor do I have to be.
It is ok that perfection is elusive.
It is ok that I make mistakes.
It is ok that I am not perfect.
My God loves me. Accepts me and cares for me.
As to all those who think that they are perfect…now…I say wait…life will eventually teach you otherwise…life is the great “humbler.”
There is some wisdom in getting older.
Thank you O God, for each lesson learned.