I would say, the closer to God I’ve gotten, the more imperfect I have felt.
The blinders I wore my whole life, seeing myself as “good enough” or “at least I’m not as bad as THAT person” left absolutely no room for anything more than external and superficial “improvement”.
Now I view myself as more flawed than ever, but happier than ever.
It interests me that realizing how messed up I am and how far from perfect I am, has actually made me more joyful than I have ever been.
Part of it is probably because I am now able to understand other people’s imperfections with a much more loving perspective.
When you think you’re perfect, everyone else is always the problem.
Seeing myself as I truly am has enabled me to grow in ways I never imagined.
Thank you Jesus, for revealing my flaws, loving me anyway and helping me to love others through this new found clarity.
What a place to be!
