Perfection Is A Myth

Not that I have already attained; but I press on, that I may lay hold of that for which Christ Jesus has also laid hold of me.

Phillipians 3:12

We all know her (or think we do). She looks like Cheryl Tiegs and cooks l.ike Betty Crocker. Her children rise up and call her blessed. Each morning, her knight in shinning armor rides off to work on his white horse.

We also know her next door neighbor. She looks like Betty Crocker and cooks like Cheryl Tiegs. Her children rise up and call her. Some mornings  her husband gets up and some mornings he doesn’t. He doesn’t own a horse.

Romantic that I am, I always dreamed of becoming the perfect  mother and wife. I’m not sure what my definition of perfection was. But when I was around thirty-five, I had to face the sad facts. Nothing in my life was perfect. My children were great kids, but they certainly weren’t perfect. My husband was nice, but  not perfect. No one in my family had “arrived”. I certainly hadn’t.

I realize now how far off my perspective was. Of course, none of us is perfect. Perfection will come only in Heaven. And here on planet earth, true significance comes not from looking like Cheryl Tiegs or cooking like Betty Crocker, but from “laying hold” of specific ways we can use our God-given talents to benefit others.

Thought:  Instead of trying to be perfect, I will keep pressing on to discover how God wants to use me in His service.

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Bad News, Good News

And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.

John 8:23

The  Chinese tell the story of  an old man whose horse ran away. The man’s friends, trying to console him, said,”We’re so sorry about your horse.” But the old man said, “Bad news, good news-who knows?” A few days later the horse returned home, leading a herd of wild horses. This time the friends congratulated hin, but he answered, “Good news, bad news-who knows?” When the old man’s son, trying to break in one of the wild horses, broke both legs, the father’s reaction was similar: “Bad news, good news-who knows?” And when all young  men in the village were drafted but the father’s son was excused, he said, “Good news, bad news, who knows?”

Our journey toward wholeness begins when we face the truth and stop avoiding pain. Identifying our childhood wounds and  tracing their influence into our adult life is not easy. But by facing the often-painful truth about ourselves, we are starting the process of getting well. We are trusting that what we learn will not be all bad news. Good news will also result from facing our pain and problems. Miracle of miracles, we find that not only can we stand the pain that we are terrified of facing, but we can also move beyond it to freedom and fulfillment.

Though:  Thank you, Lord, that in pursuit of truth, I am set free.