Well, when you went outside to look at God's art... what did you see?
I am a perfectionist at times. This week I have been working on an old shed. We insulated it and put up sheet rock. We used some bits and pieces of sheet rock which are a nightmare to tape and mud and get smooth enough to paint. At least it is a nightmare for a perfectionist.
We finally found some remote work that will allow us to put food on the table while still socially distancing. The problem is, we have no room for an office in our house. So we are repurposing our shed. It is coming along, but it will take at least three days of mudding to bury the lines and holes and streaks and imperfections and make it "perfect". Perfection... hmmm
Looking outside in God's art there is none of what I am striving to create. There are no even corners or straight lines of any kind! Every tree has branches going every which way few trunks are even close to straight the leaves are all different shapes and yet God called it good when He made it.
Hmmm, Matthew 5:48 says, "Therefore you shall be perfect, just as your Father in heaven is perfect." What is perfect? I'm pretty sure His call to perfection has nothing to do with our understanding of the word.
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