Nobody’s perfect

Epic thankfulness

Someone told me this week that she wanted to delete her Facebook account because she was so tired of seeing the over-the-top “my husband/wife is so perfect” posts. Those irk the bejeezus out of me, too. We get it. You love each other.

I have news for you. That husband or wife or girlfriend or boyfriend is not perfect.

I reminded my friend that Facebook is a mere highlight reel, and it’s not a true depiction of most people’s lives. Of course there are cases where it is, and there are cases where things are not as bad as they seem, too. But for the most part, people post their highlights, not their lowlights. I sure don’t post my lowlights, but rest assured, I have them.

My life is not perfect. My marriage is not perfect. My relationships are not perfect. My son is not perfect. Oh, actually he is. But that’s okay because God in His mercy and His plan for my life is. And as long as I stay connected to Him and to that plan, my life is perfect. That’s the only place this life is perfect.

I’m not going to publish that selfie of me with zero makeup, hair in a wad, and a pimple on my chin, or that puffy-eyed pic after an epic meltdown. I don’t update my status with exasperation when I’m mad at Lynn. But just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen. I get infuriatingly mad. And I cry. And I get hormonal. And I yell. And I get a whole lot of other things, too.

My life is not perfect, but I am perfectly thankful in the love, provision, and protection of my savior. He brings joy and peace when I don’t have any. He brings calm when I can’t find mine.

God never told me to be perfect. He told me to be me and follow Him. I think that’s the best any of us can do.

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Reentry

ReentryReentry can be rough. I have no room to complain, I was just on a super fun trip with my family, but getting back to life, back to reality, back to work, school? Ugh. Take me back to the beach.

Plus I think I caught a cold from that questionable bathroom I visited in the wee hours of the morning. (See what I did there?)

But seriously, why is getting back into the swing of things so hard? It’s not like I didn’t know what was coming. I mean we go back to school in mid-August EVERY YEAR. This is not new. And I’ve had a job since I was 18 so that’s not new either. What gives?

I think it might be a feeling of hopelessness or sadness that tends to come against us after we do something very special, something memorable. Am I the only one that experiences this?

I don’t know why it happens, but I know what to do when it does.

First of all, I recognize that it’s the devil. He’s the one who comes and lies to us and tells us we suck and nothing will ever be good again. He’s the one who makes us feel hopeless. He’s the one that brings sadness and dread.

Next, I fight back.

The world goes to drugs, alcohol, food, sleep, etc. The children of God go to His Word.

The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged. (Deuteronomy 31:8)
Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. (1 Peter 5:6-7)
If the LORD delights in a man’s way, he makes his steps firm;  though he stumble, he will not fall, for the LORD upholds him with his hand. (Psalm 37:23-24)
The Word of God is the bottom line defense against hopelessness, sadness, and general funk. It’s just a matter of picking up your weapon and using it.

Jump or dive

Always be ready.

Juli Mize

My sisters and I used to love this game called Jump Or Dive. It was a hilarious game that our Dad played with us when we would go swimming where ninety percent of the time, someone would end up doing a belly buster . . . or five.

Dad would sit by the pool and one of us would stand on the diving board, all the way at the back. We would take our running start and spring into the air, and at the moment we would get airborne, Dad would yell either Jump! or Dive!

You can imagine the myriad of disastrous entries into the pool we would achieve.

It was nearly impossible to not try to guess what he was going to say, and no matter how hard you tried, you would have your decision made by the time you got to the end of the diving…

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