When I was a child I thought I was perfect. But eventually, I learned to think like an adult. I discovered that achieving perfection is impossible.
Now I’m old and I am beginning to think like a child again. Sure I know I can’t DO anything perfect, but I’m realizing that God made ME perfect… even with a disordered brain, a bad set of teeth, and the ability to only hit one home run and it was at a Little League practice. It wasn’t even a practice game. It sailed over the Mableton Lions Club right center fence. I can still see it sailing just as it disappeared into the pine trees.
Perfection is in all of God’s creation. I feel it. I sense it. I know it.
I could die right now and it would be a perfect ending. I’ve had my perfect beginning.
I thought for a long time that life isn’t perfect… but it is. Life’s a lesson in humility. I’ve learned my lesson. Now I’m perfect again.
But I will continue to make mistakes until I die.