at first glance, the word perfection might not mean much. staying up late to make sure a paper is just the way you want it to be, perfecting a sport ... doing something to the point where you know that messing up is just physically impossible. perfection ... it's kind of a scary thing.
today, i babysat for a friend of my family, and the girl was practicing her gymnastics moves. enthralled by the new trick she had just learned, she exclaimed, oh so excitedly, "i need to have it perfect by the time mommy gets home!" and here we go again ... perfection. part of me encouraged this girl to follow through with her determination, while the other part of me wanted to say, "but it's ok if you don't quite reach perfection. your mommy will love you regardless." i don't know why i didn't say that to her, because perfection is, or at least i think, a terrible thing. i later received an email which said, "jesus didn't die for the mask, he died for you. what i mean is, a lot of us are wearing some type of mask. we are projecting who we want to be or the image that will protect us." it was so good to have that reminder, that masks aren't who we are, nor should they be. nobody is perfect, nor should they be. we all have our downfalls, just like we all have our strengths. they make us who we are, they make us who we should be known as ... our characteristics. our society makes perfection seem like a requirement, as if you have to be perfect to fit in. jesus died to refute that, and he, along with everyone else, will love you the same regardless. take off the mask ... you will love the truth so much more.
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