Imperfection.

"Practice makes perfect" is a thing I was told a lot when I was growing up, especially when I was busy preparing for a performance with my violin. I hated when people said that and I would always say: "It will never be perfect!" (probably walking away as I said it..). Sometimes I wish that I could help solve everyone's problems, but I know that can never be done. I'm not perfect and I know that I lack the perfection in order to do that. But I still wish...especially when the person is hurting.

Below is a poem I saw on the internet a few days ago I love the ending, it's so true! 

A Perfect Christian

You could count on a perfect Christian
To always be gentle and humble,
To be immune to sin,
And never, ever stumble.

He’d study and remember
All of God’s commands;
He’d be trustworthy, moral and honest;
You’d know just where he stands.

With others, she’d be in harmony;
She’d never lose her cool;
Forgiving and forgetting,
Following the Golden Rule.

He’d surrender his life to God,
Full of joy and peace,
Free of stress and worry…
Perfect, pure release.

She’d lift up everyone,

Full of sweet compassion,
Free of worldly wants,
Ignoring worldly fashion.

But we can’t ever be perfect,

So we always need to pray
for the strength to do our best
to love God and obey.

By Joanna Fuchs