Linking up for the first time today with Imperfect Prose. Instructions: link up a post (old or new) that you feel is 'broken' or 'imperfect' or somehow redemptive
Which of my posts is not imperfect?
I, myself, am in no way perfect. I quit laboring, long ago, to fight this.
Though "I press on".
On this earth, I will trustingly, grow in holiness, yet I will not be perfected while here. Today, I embrace my 'imperfections' as those areas which might draw me toward God. These are the areas where I am able to see my need for a Savior.
Again, a paradox. God desires my imperfection as a means by which to 'perfect' me. Sanctify me.
But if I admit that I have rightfully accepted my own 'imperfections', how can I not then accept others?
How can I hold any unforgiveness in my heart?
Today Ann Voskamp speaks of forgiving parents.
"Sometimes the child tenderly parents the parent," she says.
And this is true. Parenting as I know it now as a parent involves love, unconditional. Forgiveness, unconditional. And Ann Voskamp has a way of cutting tenderly right to the quick. As she talks about her failures as a mother, I am face to face with mine. And yet, though I fail my children, I expect what of my own parents? Perfection?
I am so fortunate to have the blessed assurance that they will be in Heaven, perfected someday.
But here on earth? Yes, we are all imperfect.