Later that same day I was in a meeting when a topic was raised about which I had some strong feelings. When I had a chance to give input, I went on far too long, went into way too much detail, was too emotional, and, in retrospect, I realized how pompous I must have sounded, as though I thought I was some kind of expert on the subject we were discussing.
When my husband gently confirmed my suspicions after we got home, I felt so embarrassed. That was when I remembered–I am Naturally Imperfect. It was helpful to remember and accept that about myself. Sure, I embarrassed myself a little–maybe even more than a little, but so what? My friends in the meeting simply got to see that I am very human.
One area I do have some expertise in is pastry, and in my hands, even imperfect apples turn into a perfect pie. It’s not a great leap to realize that it isn’t about me, but about whose hands I am in. God can use me, even in my weakness and imperfection. This is addressed in a well-known old poem called ‘The Old Violin, the touch of the master’s hand’, (1921, Myra Brooks Welch)
“But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters’ Hand.”
And so I continue, as you do, naturally imperfect but growing toward perfect in Christ’s hands.
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. (2 Corinthians 12:9, NIV)
Prayer-Thank you God that we can trust you to grow us in the right direction, more like you every day. In Christ. Amen.