The Blessing of Imperfection - Day 26

 It is no surprise that I have missed a couple of days. Like I said before, imperfection courses through my blood like a virus. Which, I guess if nothing else, I am grateful for my imperfections. If I was perfect, I would be held to an impossibly high standard. No one likes to be put on a pedestal.

Because lets be honest, I’m tired. I’m pregnant. My back hurts. I am imperfect. I am grateful that I’m imperfect because it means that I can let myself go to work without make-up on. I can leave the dishes undone. I can eat a hamburger from a fast food restaurant and not worry about every little ounce I may be adding to my already growing belly. I can sleep in late on occasion. I can forget to fill up the car with gas. I can tell Austin that I want to go home after the first hour of church. I can get annoyed with my boss. I can forget to read my scriptures. I can forget to pray. I can forget to tell my husband how much I appreciate him. I can do all of these things because I am imperfect.

Side Note: This is not my house or my picture. You can see more pictures from
this house at
http://swamplot.com/inside-the-messiest-apartment-in-houston-ever/2008-09-23/
And let me just say, that would be overwhelming. 

It would be great if I didn’t. It would be great if I was more Christlike, but I think there is a secret to living imperfectly. I can only change one or maybe two things at a time. The secret to living imperfectly is to be okay with being imperfect so that I can use all of my energy in trying to become better. If I am constantly fretting over my imperfections and down on myself and feeling depressed, the only thing I am accomplishing is wallowing in them. It’s like walking into a messy house and crying over the dirty walls and the dishes in the sink and the scum on the toilet, instead of grabbing a toilet brush and scrubbing that yellow stuff off of there.

But if I can accept that I am imperfect and choose one thing to do to become better, chances are the extent of my imperfections will decrease. That house will start to get a little cleaner.

So, today, I am grateful that I am imperfect. I’m also grateful that I have the capacity to believe that my imperfection is okay for now. It would be too overwhelming to try and be perfect today. It would be overwhelming to try and be perfect in this life. But I can choose one thing at a time and live one day at a time