I Love My Imperfections (standard:humor, 914 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Dec 12 2021	Views/Reads: 744/454	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
My idea perfection is on the human level but that does not meet God’s standards. My perfection has to be according to our “Father which is in heaven.” My imperfections are no challenge to God if I yield my heart completely to him.

Unlike most people, I love my imperfections; those imperfections of mine
do not cause me much trouble. 

I know most people like to focus on their perfections so that they can
impress other people. But what about people like me who have no 
perfections to boast about? If I had one perfection, I would spend all 
my time talking about that. And, that would become rather boring in no 
time. 

Some people are ashamed of their imperfections and try to hide them.
They think for some reason their imperfections bring them down. 
Therefore, they do all they can to hide their imperfections from 
everybody, thinking that nobody will know anything about them. 

For the longest time, I tried to do that myself. Then there came the day
when I realized that most people could see past my façade and see my 
imperfections. 

For every perfection somebody has, there are probably dozens of
imperfections. However, as for me, I cannot think of any perfection 
that I might have, and therefore focusing on my imperfections is the 
most reasonable thing to do. 

Yes, there was a time when I did not believe I had any imperfections.
That is the attitude of bachelors. Once I got married, I was introduced 
to many imperfections I never knew I had. I had no reason to think I 
had any. 

Before I was married, I thought I was the perfect person with marvelous
talent and abilities. From my perspective today, I sure was fooled 
about those nonexistent perfections I thought I had. 

This is one of the significant advantages of getting married. When a
person only thinks about the perfections they have in their life and 
does not know anything about any imperfections, they are headed for 
disaster. Therefore, I guess that is why I got married when I was 
young. 

I have a cousin it was good looking and faithfully works at it but she
is focused on her perfections. For example, she is very serious about 
her appearance, especially her skin. All I have to do is, when I meet 
her, is say, “Is that a new wrinkle on your face that I see?” 

She will laugh, but I know she will soon disappear to try to work on
that wrinkle in a few minutes. Her idea is that her face should be 
wrinkle-free. Well, I think to myself, how's that working? 

She does not realize that wrinkles are a verification that you are
making something out of your life and you are growing. Instead, she 
looks at it from a negative standpoint. 

As a young person, I believed I knew everything and was perfect in
everything. I remember how boring that kind of a life was, not to 
mention arrogant. 

If all I have in my life is perfection, how in the world can I improve
myself? 

When I am reminded of a certain imperfection that I have, it encourages
me to get better. If perfect, I cannot get better, but I can if I am 
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 have survived? 

It was the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage that helped me understand
my imperfections. I am sure she is not done with her task, but so far, 
she has found out many imperfections, and I have been working on some 
of them. 

It is true what my father used to say, “Son, you can't fix everything.”
Knowing that gives me a great deal of relief from all of the 
imperfections that I have in my life. 



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