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Friday, July 8, 2011

But I don’t want to be perfect…

He Treats Me to a Feast; Notes from my Abundant Life

But I don’t want to be perfect…

My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations;
Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience.
But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.
James 1:2-4

I’ve had my fill of character-building.  Lately, it seems to be what I’m best at doing.  I neither want nor need any more character, with all due respect, Lord.  In the last two weeks, we’ve had two working cars, one working car, no working cars…a car that wasn’t working that now mysteriously works again, when we really, REALLY needed it, and a car repair that could’ve been really expensive, but wasn’t.  Just when we thought things were getting back to normal, the surprising “back from the dead” car died, and the newly repaired one gave out.  The timing was fortuitous, all things considered, and now the re-repaired car is back on the road.  I’ve had my fill of the trying of my faith, not that you care, Father.

I moreso appreciate Paul’s words….”Count it all joy” as I age.  There is a part of me that wishes it weren’t so, but it is what it is…I am trying to teach and model for my children that perspective is everything.  The glass is always half full and never half empty.  More than just an empty platitude, it is a way of seeing the world.
Even when my plate is full of challenges, I am abundantly blessed and grateful.  Even when both cars were out of service, we could, and did, walk nearly everywhere we needed to go.  Even though I’ve been frustrated about settling into a plateau with about 7 of the 40 pounds I thought I outran (I don’t lose weight because I do not intend to find it when it leaves….), all this additional walking has given me a kick start in the bum (and thighs) for which I am grateful.  There’s always a blessings when you look.  I have also learned, during this latest trying of my faith, the patience thing, or at least I am getting there.  The meltdown is not useful, because it won’t move the needle, thereby making it at waste of time and energy (I don’t like wasting time and energy).

So, with our re-repaired car in the driveway and a plan to keep it moving, I pause to offer thanks.  Thank You Lord for trying my faith.  I am trying. Keep perfecting me, trying me in the refining fire.  I cried less and prayed more this week than I might have expected, and that is a blessing.  Blessings are my constant reminder, my abiding evidence that God is Good. 

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