Perfection....

Why is it always just out of reach? Why is it that our best is never good enough for ourselves?
  You hear someone telling you how well you did and another how impressed they are at your skills, or maybe no one ever says a thing, but you are always thinking,"I still could have done better." Could have made that pass a tad  earlier or could have drawn that eye slightly larger, could have been smarter and scored higher on the ACT..... you could have made it perfect.
  If only we were perfect. If only I was perfect than that person would like me. If only I was perfect than maybe I could believe that God could use me and I could have a purpose. If only I was perfect...... But we're not.
  I don't know about you, but I set very high expectations for myself. I push myself hard. I push and I push till finally I just collapse. Then I have a break down about how I'm not good enough and that I'm a failure at everything. Yeah, my whining goes something like that.
 Would you believe me if I told you that that failure, that weakness in you is something to boast over?That that weakness is the only way to be truly perfect? Because that is the point when we finally let God, the truly perfect one, show his face.

2 Corinthians 12:9 And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

Letting God take control and use his strength to work inside of us, God inside of us...that is true perfection. When we realize that "We are nowhere, if we are here without him." 

Hello

  So, I have decided to start posting again. Because I need this. I need focus in my life right now. Oh, I have had plenty of focus on some things, like basketball.This year I have been determined to get on varsity, so I have been practicing and conditioning my tail off and it has worked. My skills are improving and I think I might get moved up. But while my basketball skills have been on a up hill, my relationship with God has been more of a down hill slide. It scares me, because it took a friend of mine posting on her own blog about it to make me realize it too.
  Really this post is like a second part to my previous one. But I have been struggling with the same battle it seems again and again. Rising up, falling down. Over and over. God drilling this one lesson into my skull because I can never seem to remember. We all have those math equations or science laws that we can't seem to remember no matter how much we grind them into our heads.
  Like I said in my last post, sometimes I look at this beautiful world God has made and I feel like I do nothing but pollute his colorful portrait with my drab smudge of grey. Often it is so hard to believe that God does have a purpose for me, that he can make good come out of my life. No matter how much wrong I do.
 Some lyrics to a song I really like go something like this:

        You are fearfully and wonderfully 

a daughter of a The King,

You are perfect in the maker's eyes

even when you don't believe.

His blood poured out for who you are

not who you want to be.

 We all have something we wish we could be. For me a pro-basketball player would pretty much be a dream come true, or a bestselling author. And you got to admit we all wish we could be someone that everyone likes. But God's blood poured out for who you are right now! Not that picture perfect person you wish you were and that you try to make the world believe you are. We're all princesses in God's eyes, darlin'. (Sorry could help but add that last bit of Grandmotherly wisdom) 

 God does have a plan for us, as frustratingly hidden as it might be, even if you can't believe that that can possibly be true right now. He does. 

For the Millionth Time

Can I say something that has been really weighing on my mind lately? Why are we so scared to let others know that were not okay? That right now, yeah, there is something right now that your trying to get through?
Why do we feel like we are the only ones who feel this way? That we can't talk to anyone else about it?
 Remember that girl you saw at church Sunday? The one who smiled as big as a rainbow and seemed so happy? She cries on the inside because every moment of everyday she watches the world rush by never giving her a second glance. They all fly by in a flash of colors and all she feels like she does is add grey to the picture. But she plasters on a smile, taking each step of the day, hoping no one will ever see what she views as the truth. The truth that shes not the same. That she could never add another brilliant color to the portrait of this world.
  You are not the only one! You are not the only one who feels like we will never get this crazy thing, called life, right. I know you might be hearing this for the one millionth time, but we can talk to each other! In fact in Revelations 12:11 the bible is talking about the fall of Satan and it says:
                 And they triumphed over him
                    by the blood of the Lamb
                    and by the word of their testimony;
Our testimonies help each of us to fight off the devil. But God says we have triumphed!