“What’s this?” My friend giggled as she held up my kitchen towel. The bottom quarter corner was gone.
“It’s just the corner and it’s still thick and it still works.” I defended my towel. Looking at the towel I had an epiphany. “That towel represents my life.” I sighed to my friend, “Nothing’s quite perfect.”
It truly was a moment of clarity that collated similar observations over the past years.
~Not only are most of my kitchen towels torn, ragged or holey, but most of my bath towels are also.
~I recently chipped the pretty green casserole dish I bought this summer.
~A few weeks ago Riley (our year-old golden retriever) bumped into and broke one of my favorite things. It is a figurine of a beautiful young mother in a flowing dress holding her toddler. It is in our hall and it gives me great pleasure every time I see it. Gene was able to piece it back together, but I still know it’s not quite perfect.
~Since Gene works construction he and his truck daily bring home mud and dirt. No matter how often I sweep it’s impossible to keep our driveway and garage clean. They’re never quite perfect. (Let’s not even start talking about the never ending dog hair on my floors from the afore mentioned dog.)
~All month I keep close account of the transactions in our checking account. Then the statement comes and I find I’m off and I don’t know why. Ugh. Not quite perfect.
~I try to love and encourage my girls, but sometimes a harsh word escapes my lips and I’m again reminded that even as a mom I’m not quite perfect.
This list could go on for pages. Sometimes it gets to me—no matter how hard I try I never quite get anything perfect. There’s always a chip.
Factor in the spiritual element of trying to be more like Christ and I really feel imperfect. The more I try the more I realize how not like Christ I am. In Matthew 5:48 Jesus says, “Be perfect,therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.” For those of you who don’t know me, I have an insatiable curiosity, so I love to get to the root of whatever we’re discussing. So I looked up “perfect” in my Bible dictionary. In this verse it means “complete, mature, etc.” Jesus is not telling me to never chip a dish, use only towels that have no tears or holes, or that I must keep my garage perfectly clean. Jesus knows life is full of imperfections and He uses those “less than perfect” to accomplish His plan.
Jesus is telling me to strive to be more like God (remember, we are made in His image). Again, a pretty tall order. How does He expect me to do this? The secret is in John 15. This chapter of John contains a few last words Jesus gave His disciples on how to carry on after He was gone. Over and over He tells the disciples they must “abide” in Him, that the only way they will accomplish anything for Him is to abide with Him. That word used to drive me nuts. What did it mean? Again, I looked it up. It means to live with/in. I am so literal I couldn’t figure out how I could live in Christ. One thing I love about God is He loves me and will do whatever it takes to help me understand what He wants me to know. Over time God showed me that abide means hang out. Jesus is telling me that to have a fruitful life, I need to hang out with Him. For me that means realizing that Jesus is always where I am, aware of my situation, my thoughts, my feelings and I just need to talk with Him constantly about whatever. Then He will direct me and enable me to do the next thing. It’s doing life with Christ. The more I do life with Christ the more I become like God and the more “perfect” I become.
I have accepted the fact that I will always chip my breakables (I love my FiestaWare—it doesn’t chip!), and that my washer has a ferocious appetite for my towels. I’m good with that. It’s part of who God made me to be—not quite perfect. But my real joy and excitement comes from doing life with Him and becoming more like Him, one chip at a time. Have learned to embrace your “chips” while doing life with Christ? I’d love to hear about it.
P.S. In the 2 days since the writing of this post and the posting of it, I discovered that the chip in my crockpot turned into a crack and I had to throw it away. So glad my Creator fixes and uses cracked pots!