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I once had the pleasure of meeting the perfect woman.
She showed up at the park with a starched dress and four spit-and-shined children wrapped in matching outfits, not an unruly hair to found on the five of them. After talking to her for minute, I found out that she never fights with her husband, has children who don’t lie, and actually retouches her makeup at night in order to look her best for bedtime.
As I listened to each charm laced word that slipped from her polished lips, I found myself slinking further into my mac & cheese stained sweatshirt. You see , my crying lying kid just wiped her runny nose on my arm and left a buggery shadow of humanness as a reminder. We are not perfect. Not any one of us in my family, including my sorry excuse for a man’s best friend.
Selfishness has been known to slither its way into my heart and cause chaos in our home. My marriage is a union of two strong-willed and slightly pig-headed individuals who need to work on submitting ourselves to one another every day. Even my children sometimes make foolish choices, use their tongues instead of their minds, and act before considering the consequences. In fact, they are over-energized, smaller versions of ourselves. We are a human bunch and sinful too. Forgiven and striving to live holy lives pleasing to our heavenly father, but sinful just the same.
We have not yet found perfection.
In a way, I way rejoice in these human deficiencies of mine, because I know God is still working on me. I’m not so tidy that He can’t clean me up and make me shine for Him. I still go to His Word because I need supernatural strength and wisdom beyond my capabilities. I don’t have it all figured out, but I know the one who sees the beginning from the end. He looks down on my very human, sin-scarred self and sees the righteousness of His son, the only truly perfect one to walk this earth.
There is a passage in the Bible that says this: highlighted phrases are definitions of possibly unfamiliar words
For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God; Being justified [declared innocent or guiltless] freely by his grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus: Whom God hath set forth to be a propitiation [the act of appeasing wrath] through faith in his blood, to declare his righteousness for the remission of sins that are past, through the forbearance of God; To declare, I say, at this time his righteousness: that he might be just, and the justifier of him which believeth in Jesus. Romans 3:23-26
Instead of feeling guilt and defeat in my humanness, I want to rejoice. If I never yelled at my kids, threatened the dog with death, thought that my husband can just eat dirty snow for dinner, allowed a foul mood to darken my face, or offended a church lady, I would not see my sin. When I fail, I know exactly what area of my heart, mind, or body needs to be yielded to His control.
Neither yield ye your members as instruments of unrighteousness unto sin: but yield yourselves unto God, as those that are alive from the dead, and your members as instruments of righteousness unto God. Romans 6:13
I don’t want to be so strong that I have no need to lean on the rock, but I don’t want to be so weak that I forget I am more than a conquerer in Christ.
At times I think we women are on the quest for perfection rather than Godliness. We want to project the image that we’ve got it all under control, even if God has no control. Sometimes we get so consumed with what others are seeing and saying that we forget about what God is seeing – our heart.
The Bible states in 1 Samuel 16:7 that “the LORD seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart.”
Our heart, it’s what God really desires from us in the first place. He wants it more than he wants us to look nice, or keep our floors mopped, or sing in church on Sunday, or iron our kid’s clothes. Maybe with a lot of work we can appear to be that perfect woman, but it means nothing if God doesn’t have our hearts.
And I’ll let you in on a little secret…Sometimes it’s easier to look perfect than it is to be holy.
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