|You won't find box elder bugs in my house...|
Sometimes, it seriously pains me to think of myself as any less than perfect. I mean, I'm the wife, so I'm always right, right? And I'm the mom, so I make the rules, capiche? I'm always perfectly put together, polite, and I only play the right notes on the piano at choir practice. My kids are always well behaved and clean. You can be sure that they don't fight over who has the biggest cookie, not my kids. My house is free and clear of every speck of dust and there is not a cat hair or box elder bug in sight. There are no piles of wrinkled laundry waiting to be put away. I don't ever have stacks of mail and paperwork hidden in my pantry. I answer every phone call. I am always prepared, cook every meal from scratch, and I'm never ever tired and grumpy.
Oh, yeah, and I'm not sarcastic, either.
I can hear the laughter. It's kind of deafening.
The sad truth is, I mess up. A lot. Thankfully, I have a lot of gracious, patient, loving friends and family who put up with my not-so hidden imperfections. Even better, I have a loving, grace-giving God who hasn't finished with me. He patiently endures my mistakes, my attitude, and my willful ways. He puts up with my faux-perfections and my forced smile. He never runs out of forgiveness for an imperfect person like me.
I am confident that the Creator, who has begun such a great work among you, will not stop in mid-design but will keep perfecting you until the day Jesus the Anointed, our Liberating King, returns to redeem the world. (Philippians 1:6, The Voice).
*This is a quote floating around Pinterest, especially on Tattoo boards.