Hey Friends, how are you today? It’s a beautiful morning in my neck of the woods. The cicadas are already singing praises to our God. I love the sound of cicadas. They usually seem to herald the beauty of sunshine, hot and humid weather, which is, of course the epitome of summer. How are you today? How was your week? Were you like me, in that you found too many of your actions were controlled by your emotions, this week? Perhaps like me, you will say, “not really me, it’s these hormones”. Huh! That sounded very familiar. Did that statement remind you of Adam too? It’s too easy, isn’t it? I like perfection in my life. In my desire to have perfection, there are quite a few things I’ve failed to do. There are quite a few friends I’ve lost along the path to perfection. I’ve paid a high price for this elusive, trait. I must realize perfection in my circumstances is unattainable. Perfection in people is an impossible and unfair expectation. Perfection in me is beyond my reach. Should I then just give up? Should I lower the expectations and blame ‘others’? Should I just claim my humanity and stop trying? I cannot have perfection that is an unfeasible goal. Yet there is a difference between ‘having’ perfection and ‘being’ perfect. I am perfect in Christ and daily I should be striving toward ‘becoming’ perfect. That’s the standard the Lord has placed before us. My husband gives our girls this bit of wisdom, “if you want to attain 100%, you don’t strive to reach 100%. You set the bar at 150% or higher, then you are more likely to obtain that 100%”. Of course, usually he’s referring to their academic achievements, but the same can be applied to our spiritual lives. It’s the easy way out, when we blame ‘others’ for our faults. It’s not hard to find faults in others. Say it with me, “no one is _________”. Blaming ‘others’ does not bring peace or healing. It does not bring repentance or forgiveness. It does not bring restoration. It most definitely does bring spiritual growth. The truth is Christ has called me to perfection; on my own; in my own strength; an impossible standard to attain. The beauty of it is that this standard has already been achieved. You see through the shed blood of my Savior; he bought my salvation. When the Father sees me, He sees a perfect child, He sees me through His Perfect Son. He replaced guilt and its consequences with restoration and eternal life. He brought beauty and joy to a hurt and destructive life. The price for that beauty and perfection was too great to lower the bar. It cost too much for me to say, “I can’t”. What shall we choose today, friends? Shall we choose perfection?