last night at dinner for some reason we were talking about something being perfect and rosie said that “nothing was perfect but’cept God” and adam said that terry bradshaw was perfect because he did some great football feat (yeah, i wasn’t listening to that part) and rosie chimed in “he was good, but not perfect.” which was funny. then later last night she mentioned that the lunch that i had packed her that day was “really good, but not perfect”.
it was ironic that we were having this “good, but not perfect” conversation because earlier in the day, i had been thinking about how when we say “ i’m perfect” it really makes the word “imperfect” (i know, i should be doing something really important with my life and not just sitting around evaluating words, but darn it, that is so much fun for me).
i went on to evaluate how every time i try to get something “perfect”- it never works out right and always ends up taking the place of God in my life. oh, let me list the things i have tried to get perfect....
1- my kids (ummm, have you met them, this did not work)
2- my house ( ummm, have you been over to this pit of dust and clutter lately)
3- my hair (ummm, no comment needed)
4- my weight (still no comment)
5- my marriage (which the imperfection is really all adam’s fault)
6- my schedule, my thoughts, my scrapbooks, my bathroom counter, my bed linens, my kitchen drawers, my checkbook, sunday school lessons, this blog entry, etc etc etc...
7- my LIFE in general and specific
i think i need to take a lesson from rosie on this “good, but not perfect”. and i have a good marriage, good kids, a good house, and a good family...
(small side note to all my really religious friends who are reading this. i realize that scripturally speaking “there is no one good, save for God” and i don’t mean “good” in that sense and i know that being good isn’t good enough to get us into heaven and that God says “to be perfect, because He is perfect”, but this is a philosophical good not a righteous good that i speak of here and...
well, forget it all my really religious friends aren’t reading this, they are reading their Bibles, so we can carry on this theme without worry of them thinking i am going to hell in a hand-basket because they most likely already think that anyway)...
alrighty then back to my point (and i did have one, i think. and it was a good one, though not perfect)... that picture of maxx shown with this post illustrates my thoughts perfectly (hee hee hee). i saw the picture and my first thought was “oh my gosh, look at that bad haircut” and my next thought was “look at those great green eyes”.
maybe i can remember to shift that to the eyes part first and the haircut part next and maybe we can find someone who can cut his hair right and then again maybe we never will and that will have to be good enough for us. and that previous really long run on sentence proves once again that i am not perfect (and in the case of grammar rules, i am not even good).
have a good day, not perfect, but good...