“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” – Romans 3:23 (HCSB)
We aren’t perfect. I think to anyone over the age of 16 that has been made abundantly clear. And yet… yet, we try to be perfect.
We chase after perfection as though it were truly attainable in this life. We hate our bodies. We hate our minds. We hate ourselves because we fail short of perfection.
Perfection is an anchor for the neck: it pulls us further towards the imperfection we hate as we strain our necks to hold heads above the waves. Under its tug, we become more and more weary, unable to stand. Soon, our feet graze the ocean bottom, kicking with feeble furor.
I am not trying to say to be imperfect since we are imperfect. We should not settle for what we are when we may find what we may be. But we cannot let perfection and its pursuit devour our lives.
People dedicate themselves to be being better, and I am one of them. But I am also one of those that fall into the impossible chase of perfection’s shadow. And no matter how many times it has slipped through my hands, I still ache the draw to run after it. Tired, I have fallen too many times to recount.
But grace, God’s grace, sets us free. We are loved as we are. We are accepted as we are.
We don’t have to be ‘better’ for God to want us. And He does. He wants us in any condition we are because He loves us. And when we see that, when we really see that, we will let go of perfection and accept the portion of perfection we may have with God in our lives.