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.