Perfection

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In the lab. Working away.

Working my whole life away under the pressures of discovering the next biggest life changing dynamic cure for the blemishes we perceive under our skin. Could it be those blemish are the very ones that gives us our sanity. Perfection, after all, is such a hard thing to keep up with. Provides us protection against the overinflated human ego. Ms. Invincible, you, my sweet dear, are a human. Plain and simple. Plain and simple, blemished, stained, mistaken dear. And the great irony is that the more we realize our stained life of problems and mistakes, we inevitably discover that life isn't about perfection, its about all the mistakes that make you dependent on His plans. Life is about discovery. But what humanity got all wrong is life is about discovering the Christ on the cross. SomeOne so perfect yet marred beyond perfection for our sin stains. Taking our place. Paying the price of Life.

And with all the tears I have cried. The prayers I've whispered in the darkness, I found THIS is exactly where I was created to be. This is the place my weakness and mistaken identification of life, this is the place He is molding me. This place of anonymity, of uncertainty, God is teaching me to TRUST in Him. To relay only and fully on His voice.

So as the Moses on the mountain, the David in the cave, the Elijah in the wilderness, I'm listening. Ears open.

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