Once upon a time, I possessed a drive to do things perfectly, more so in my younger years than now. I wanted the perfect career, perfect house, perfect wardrobe, perfect marriage, perfect child, perfect car, perfect track record, and most especially perfect harmony. The more I tried to make everything come out to be perfect, the more it seemed that it fell short. Over the years I subtly came to full awareness that Murphy’s Law was the rule, more so than the exception – you know, “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.”
Plenty upon plenty of things did go wrong. And that’s because I am far from perfect – gasp, I’m admitting it. I am so full of flaws that I figure if someone held me up to the light, I would look a piece of Swiss cheese – and I don’t mean that’s because I think I am holy! I now know that when we strive to do things under our own power and control, chances are extremely slim that we’ve achieve perfection. If I was a mathematician, I might actually be able to calculate the probability of something working out perfectly – I think the odds would be astronomical.
We all are perfect at something, and that is that we are perfectly imperfect. We can never achieve perfection this side of Heaven, there’s too many things that we don’t understand, too many things that we don’t know, and there’s so much that we don’t see that happens all around us – whether that’s in the physical or spiritual sense. All of our role models in the Bible clearly show us that each and everyone of us falls short of God’s perfection, even David, the man after God’s own heart – that is, except for Jesus.
All we can do is strive to live as God instructs us to live, with dedication and perseverance, to be in close communion with Him. Read His Word, stay in constant communication with Him through prayer, listen to His voice that comes to us through the power of the Holy Spirit. Let Him convict our hearts to think His thoughts, and walk in His ways. Ask Him to mold us into the mighty woman, or man, that He would have us become. And when we mess up, which inevitably we will, we need to approach him with a contrite heart and say “I have sinned against you Lord, please forgive me.”
Lord, there’s so very many ways that I fall short, so many ways that I fail you, and others, time after time. For all those sins (known and unknown to me), I ask you to forgive me. Cleanse me of my sins, and guide me in the way that you want me to live my life. You are the potter and I am the clay in your hands, mold me into a pleasing vessel Lord, as you see fit. Amen.
“But now, O LORD, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.” (Isaiah 64:8, ESV)