i love my imperfections

Unlike 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 they can impress other people. But what about people like me who have no perfections to boast about? If I had a perfection, I would spend all my time talking about it. And that would get pretty boring in no time.

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 do 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 façade 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 perfections I might 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 any flaws. That’s the attitude of singles. Once I got married, I was introduced to many blemishes that I never knew I had. He had no reason to think he had any.

Before I got married, I thought I was the perfect person with wonderful talent and abilities. From my current perspective, I’m sure I was fooled with those non-existent perfections I thought I had.

This is one of the significant advantages of getting married. When a person thinks only of the perfections 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 beautiful and works faithfully at 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 that I see?”

She’ll laugh, but I know she’ll be gone soon to try to work that wrinkle out in a few minutes. Her idea is that her face does not have wrinkles. Well, I think to myself, how does that work?

He doesn’t realize that wrinkles are verification that you are doing something with your life and growing. Instead, he sees 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.

Now that I look back on my life, 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 Gracious Mistress of the Parochial House 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 flaws 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.

Over the years, I have enjoyed my imperfections because I don’t allow them to plague me or even define me. If I fixed 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. That’s when the little kids started 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 everyone looks at my children.

I think that’s why God gives us children. He draws attention away from us to those cute and perfect little pre-adults. God is so wise in what he does.

As I think about perfection, I can’t help but go to a scripture verse that talks about it. “Be ye therefore perfect, even 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 him my heart completely.

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