~ Perfection - A Guest Post by Neeley ~

Perfection, where are you? Why do I ache for something more than who I am? I want to be perfect. Instead I am ruined by the smallest storms. Tossed aside by small words. My weakness is unbearable. I barely breathe. I barely see. And I am not worthy of anything. I am imperfect in every way. Yet so is my whole world. Even the sunset is ruined by the smallest storms. Millions die in starvation every moment. People are hurt, people die, and people forget what honor and bravery are. I ache; knowing perfect is so far away I could never reach it.

Perfection is impossible. Only one was perfect. He was perfect so I would not have to be. He was mighty where I am weak. Yet His power is made perfect in my weakness. He delights when I come, given up, at His feet. He is more than perfect; he is the creator of perfection. He is More than beautiful but the creator of beauty. Every perfect gift is from Him.

Yet when I had run so far away I could no longer live, He transformed me from my deadness and brought me to life in a new way. I was washed in His blood, covered from my nakedness. My sin had brought me to a place where I could no longer even crawl. I WAS DEAD. I thought I really was living and all this was fun. But I was dead. No life was left in me. No one wanted me. That is the moment when God saved me. I was born again.

Suddenly I am innocent, redeemed by the blood of Christ. I realized at that moment it’s not about me being perfect, it’s about Him being perfect. He loves me and that’s all that ever matters. I mean I think we have it all wrong. A big theme in girls’ lives is beauty. People will tell you you’re beautiful and on and on, but our beauty does not matter. His does. Our only true light is Him. Christ is all that matters, all that will ever matter.

Only in Him can we be innocent. Blameless. Beautiful. Redeemed. His. A few months ago being pretty was a struggle for me. Recently God has shown me it’s not important at all. I mean without God we are dead and we care about beauty? I wish I could go back and tell myself that it does not matter. I am not saying you are not pretty, for you are God’s perfect creation. But it does not matter.

The cross is there. God loved me to the point he sent His son. Jesus died that day to save me. All the wrath of God was poured out that day and now it’s gone. GONE! I mean there is none left for those united with Christ, the one and only wonderful, perfect thing. One day I shall be forever on my knees praising Him! With all the nations we shall worship the king of all kings. There we will be perfect. Finally home.

How I long for home! Where every tear will wiped from my eye by my king. I can only start to contemplate the wonderful glory of the feeling of forever yours. Safely home. I will run forever there and just fall to my knees and never want to move. I do all the time and in heaven I know no one will ever make me move. Oh the perfection of Christ! We cannot even start to experience that perfect glory. The perfect glory, that shall never end.
Cause the sunset won’t always raise. People will always let me down. Christ shall never forsake me. We are imperfect. He is perfect.

~Neeley