Oh, I strive. I strive so dang hard sometimes. I strive for ever-elusive perfection. In fact, we all know there is no such thing, right? Perfect to one person is so not for another. There is no such thing. But man, I see the perfection and the so not in myself and the world all the time. I like my blue eyes, but grrrr, those stubborn dark circles and bags drive me insane. My lawn is nice and green with all the rain, but the weeds irk me constantly. I had the nicest conversation with one of my friends recently, but darn if I can forget the one awkward thing I said. My newish truck serves me so well, but the “safety features” on it that interfere with the way I want to switch lanes or back up or even go versus stop make me kinda hate the thing. Or thinking more broadly, being back in Minnesota is dreamy, but the fees I pay to license my vehicles are out of bounds. I love people who voice their opinions so I know where they stand, but man, how on earth can they think that way? The world is delightful and beautiful, but gosh, I look around and see brokenness everywhere. So not perfect. Dang. Nothing is perfect and it drives me perfectly crazy.

My point? So the launch of this blog continues to be pushed out, pushed out one more time, and yep, pushed out again because it’s not, yep, you guessed it. Perfect. This button bugs me. The way I said that certain thing is not right. I don’t have enough content yet. This isn’t perfect, and that isn’t perfect, so no launch date is perfect. Ugh. I should not launch the thing. But yet, what if I don’t? You know what that actually is? A perfect win by the one who goes against the whole point of this blog – my God who might just think I have something important to say. So yep, here I am, staring imperfection in the face and deciding this is the perfect thing to do. Launch this blog.

One of my favorite things about God is His use of the imperfect. Timing that seems imperfect. I mean, why did He choose to create the world when He did? Did that time seem perfect? Maybe. It must have because He did it. And when He chose the first Christmas. How could He possibly have seen that as the perfect time to have Jesus born? In the midst of a time when even the most powerful people in the world had no appetite for such a man. But even more incredible to me, His use of imperfect people. Man, I sooooo love imperfect Peter. He was too emotional and it got him in trouble all the time. But that same petulant Peter was one of Jesus’ best friends. And Paul, the guy who waged downright attacks on Christians. God used him to spread His message all over the world. And not to mention David, my goodness, he was so far from perfect as he stole a married woman, he murdered her husband, for Pete’s sake, and God called him a man after his own heart. Man, I love the imperfect people in the Bible. These imperfect people make me believe that maybe I am perfectly equipped. That maybe now is actually the perfect time. Perhaps this annoying nudge I feel to simply launch the blog, as imperfect as it is and I am and this time is, is actually quite the opposite.

Isaiah 55:11 “…so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.”

So here goes nothing, God. I’m hitting go. I’m doing my completely imperfect best to set aside all the things that are keeping me from doing the thing I really think I’m supposed to be doing. Writing about the imperfect stuff in this world and finding your perfect beauty in it somewhere. Because it’s there. Always. Shining through the imperfection and pointing us to the only perfect thing in this world. You.

But now, about those bags…please do help me find the perfect product. Now is the perfect time.