The perfect man is always trustworthy and never lies. He is always, always faithful. He always appreciated and sees and encourages the natural beauty within you. He never takes your love for granted. He loves you more than his own life and would give his own to protect and save you if needs be. He would fight for you and honor your heart that beats for you. He would see you as perfect even on bad days or days you just are a mess or hostile. He would always be able to protect you from anything coming at you.He would always be available for long walks or cries or fun getaways and always provide exactly what you need when you need it, even anticipating these things.
So, does such a perfect man exist?? Of course, but I just described Jesus Christ, a Godman. He is who we need to rely on for what we need. He is the only perfect man. If you are expecting all these things from anyone else in the world, you will be let down at best and crushed at worst. But if you draw near to Jesus and your man does too, maybe that will work. Just my thoughts…
There is a beautiful poem which I would quote verbatim to you were not my daughter sound asleep in her room where it is, so easily awakened by a turn of her doornob. But the jist is that different animals want to play but it is always conditional. The skunk won’t play with the monkey unless he wears his scent. The tigeroo won’t play with the lamb unless he wears his stripes. And so on it goes. Each animal will only play with animals conditionally, sometimes unrealistic conditions. And the end line, the moral, is to play when you can but “Do not let their different ways make you a different you.” We were made beautifully exactly the way God designed us, according to His plan and purpose. When we find ourselves in company with someone who wants us to change and be different according to their plan, their mold, we are not only being disrespectful to ourselves and enabling that person to disrespect us without accountability, but most importantly of all, we are robbing God of His perfect design and disrespecting His workmanship. Think about that for a minute. His work is worth respecting because He only makes masterpieces. He does not make anyone unworthy of love, respect, joy, peace, etc. They can choose to drag themslves into that category but it is their choice not God’s. Food for thought.
A philosopher by nature, my explorations into the realm of meaning and purpose in life, my thoughts walk across my memory. I wonder, as the transport ambulance drives off to the nursing home with my father, if his life’s meanderings met his expectations. And I wonder less about my own life’s meanderings be ause of this. I am certain that many experiences in my Daddy’s life he thought were mistakes or missteps. I wonder if he ever regretted extremely long hours worked. But every step he took, good or bad, right or wrong, made me possible, contributed to my existence and participation in life in such a way as to have my own meaning as an extension of his. Every hour of work kept us alive and housed and clothed and fed and schooled. Every choice I have made inevitably contributed to the existence and life of my children. My precious babies exist because of my life’s meanderings. So each chance we take in the realm of our best decision of the moment is truly purposeful when God gets a hold of it. Each bad decision can be made to be as useful by Him as any good one. We strive for perfection, we thrive on feeling useful and meaningful and worshipful. But even the bad can be turned into good by the God who still reshapes and creates. And the heart is a master representative of where God wants to send you. He appreciates access to it and forms good from it. If the focus is on Him who seeks the heart and truly gets and loves it, the focus is often enough. Then good or bad decisions can be useful and purposed for very good things. So maybe the choice meant well from a heart of focus on God, whether good or bad, can be the best one. Maybe we can leave perfect to the only One who is and we can draw our hearts to focus on Him and do the best we can. And this is truly beautiful.
God sometimes smiles down on us with love and gifts us with a perfect day when we need one. And sometimes we get a perfect part of the day. Either way, His gift to us is the only way perfect happens. But when it happens, there is no description of the beautiful appreciation I feel, so light inside and happy out, such absolutely amazing love just warms up the whole body. When God gives you a gift, He makes sure it is exactly right on every level, makes sure you realize only He could have been involved in how gorgeous it turns out, how seemingly made to order it is. True, this doesn’t happen often, but my day today is proof that it does happen and I am here to acknowledge that I recognize it and am so very thankful for this heart song gift. A lot about life is messed up right now, a lot of hard spaces and dark spots and ugly moments. But a light was provided today for my soul to bask in and appreciate. God gave me sunshine. He gave me the perfect day in nature, hours of calm for my mind, beauty. Every moment of such is a treasure, a blessing, a little perfection amidst imperfections of life. Who knew such a glorious moment could happen when so much is difficult. And I thank God that He allowed me to see and appreciate the gift as He was giving it to me. Hope. Hope is found in a gift from God at a key moment. It can be missed if we plow through it or walk around it, focused on the problems at hand. But when we are paying attention, you will see God gives you many more blessings much more often than you ever thought possible. And this perfect day was mine. Look closely and you will see one for you also.
Ideal conditions are the greatest tests of character. There have been several ideal situations in my life, which were either incredibly short lived or completely false. By ideal, I mean without any problems, all according to the desires of your heart, comfortable, idyllic, harmonious, balanced, poised for perfection. It is an incredibly rare place to be. And when everything seems too good to be true, it probably is not, most probably some beautiful fantasy or dream, some temptation or test. Yes, it can be a momentary reward, but most often is not. Some passions must go unanswered. Some desires will not be fulfilled. Some longings of the heart just will never be satisfied. This is how life is. We want, we covet, we desire, we feel, we emote our impassioned cries to the wind and long for transformation. But we long for comfort. We long for peace and safety. We long for perfection. There are enormous holes in our souls that are very tempting to want to fill, with an amazing person, a passion, a desire, a vice, a feel good thing. What that hole is really for is to connect us to the perfect God who made us and longs for connection with us He loves and made. We confuse that. It is abstract and invisible to fill a hole with something intangible, something invisible, something spiritual. We want what we can touch, what we can see, what we enjoy sensing. We move to fast in life to realize that God fills deeper and more lasting than anything else He made. His handiwork is what we sense, what we see, what we hear, what we enjoy and call beautiful and magnificent. He is found wherever we look. Those things we want to fill our soul holes are made by God. The difference between what satisfies permanently and what teases and leaves alone is focus and attention on the Maker of the thing or the thing itself. When we dig a bit Deeper and give God the props and attention rather than the thing, He doesn’t mind giving you what you want on His terms, for His purpose, by His Word. Such is life. But life is best this way in the long run.
“Perfect”, I am convinced, is just the name of a planet yet undiscovered far far away from here. What I am convinced of within myself is that it is not here. It does not exist in this person, in this household, in this city, in this state, in this government, in this world. The only place I can go to come close to what I think perfect might be like is when I am in a natural environment, some scene of the world in its primitive state- woods, rivers, mountains, waterfalls, prairies, fields, freshly fallen snow. Then I see the perfection of our Creator and feel a little better about the state of things. That is why travel is so important. Sometimes you need to change your view externally in order to change your view internally. Sometimes we need that reminder that perfect is somewhere, although elusive generally, in nature it is tangible. And we can be reminded that because no one is “perfect”, perhaps there is such a thing as “perfect for me” or “perfect for us”. We are not alone in the imperfection. God is perfect. We need to see His work, read His Words, study Him to get as close as we can and then be okay with the journey to accept redemption through Christ and then find “perfect for me” or “perfect for us”. Getting better every day is a process but perfect is unattainable until we no longer wear these stained bodies. But somewhere far away is “perfect” and I believe it is called “Heaven”. It would be nice to see.