Perfect

I took one of those Facebook tests. You know the ones. "What one word describes your life?"  You hit the link and the answer comes up, supposedly arrived at by analyzing your FB posts and pictures. A FB friend had taken the test and shared the results. I liked her word, so I wanted to know mine.

The word, according to this test, that describes my life was "perfect."  I was appalled and dismayed. What ridiculousness must I be posting?  Of course, my life is far from perfect. I am a mess.....a lot! I am a mess in myriad ways. I am a literal mess. Just this morning I dropped a pizza box causing pizza crusts, clementine peels, and garlic butter to scatter across a rug in the kitchen. The rug is there because the refrigerator leaked years ago and rotted part of the floor and I am trying to imperfectly cover that up. I am a mess in virtual ways. My mind is often unkind and snarky and judgmental. Sunday, I had a moment of déjà vu when my daughter and I walked into Michaels and I said to her, "people are morons!"  It dawned on me that I said those exact words the last time we walked into Michaels together. Are those the words of someone living a "perfect" life?

It is ironic that "perfect" would be my word because I am a firm believer there is no such thing. My heart aches for those people who are perfectionists. It is my opinion that they are on a never-ending, impossible quest because they are chasing an illusion.  Consequently, they get far less done than those who are not bent toward perfectionism. There is no perfection in this world, other than, I do believe we are perfectly made in the image of God, but, we are great in misrepresenting our origins. So, if I have been dishonest in my FB posts to cause some electronic analyst to arrive at the word "perfect" to describe my life, I apologize. It is true, I am a most fortunate person, and often ask, "God, why do you let me know these wonderful people who are in my life?"  I am extremely grateful for this most imperfect life.

Oh, and I took two more of those tests this morning. I answered 10 questions which caused the electronic analyst to come to the conclusion that I am a 27 year old male, and my three most "liked" FB pictures are of two people I do not know. Go figure.

Wishing you a perfectly wonderful day