I love flowers. They are happy and cheerful. Most of the time. This bunch is a bit wilted after being transplanted from my friend’s yard, but they will perk up.
I often have good intentions of putting things in “perfect order”. I am a perfectionist after all. However, I am a very, very, flawed perfectionist. I do not always have the energy or desire to put in the amount of work required for “perfection”. I used to chide myself for that. I now have a different view.
I should seek Christ honoring standards in everything I do. “Whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.” (1 Corinthians 10:31) I think we can lose sight of the object of this verse. If I start seeking man-made, man-honoring perfection, then I miss the God honoring life that I am supposed to seek.
I will not be perfect in this life. No matter how hard I try. I will attain perfection when God calls me home to heaven. He will then give me Christlike perfection. In the meantime, I need to give my life over to God and He will correct my imperfections.
Now back to the flowers. Some things do not require “perfection”. It is acceptable that my flowers are not evenly spaced. I need to spend my time and energy elsewhere. I think God smiles on my imperfectly spaced flowers. He knows who I am (flawed and quirky), and loves me anyway.