I will never be a perfect mother.
I will never be a perfect wife.
I will never be a perfect friend. Daughter. Sister. Employee. Coworker. Neighbor.
I will never have it all together.
I will never say and do all the right things.
I will unintentionally hurt people.
I will forget things.
I will lose my patience.
I will make mistakes.
You will make mistakes.
Thankfully, we have a God who loves us in spite of our shortcomings. He has never asked for perfection. He has simply asked that we come to Him. As we are. That we lay our burdens at His feet. And allow Him to transform our hearts and minds.
There is freedom in letting go of the notion of perfection. In recognizing we can’t be perfect, and that we were never intended to be.
There is one person who was perfect. And He died over 2,000 years ago for all of our imperfections.
I love that God uses messy people. I love that He transforms hearts and minds and brings us from the dark places into the light. I love how He uses our stories to encourage others. I love how He is so patient and tender and gentle with us.
A friend of mine recently said, “He is a gentleman.” And I completely agree.
I will strive to know God more. I will give Him my hurts and my wounds and I pray I am always changing and growing and learning and healing and letting go of the sin that so easily entangles.
But in all of the changing and the growing and the learning and the healing, I also know I will still fall.
And I will get back up again. And He will love me through it all.
Because I will never be perfect.
I was never meant to be.