Part 7: Imperfect

I find myself lost in His word again today, as I seek the comfort I have found in scriptures.  After a long day, I dream of snuggling with my sweet baby, and letting my heart devour God’s truths. I feel so overcome with peace when I read scripture. I’m even beginning to find comfort from the guilt of my past. I feel hope of a future for us in Christ.

Ephesians 2:4-5 speaks to my soul.

But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ — by grace you have been saved.

I know this is true because I have seen His grace in the little mercies that could only be explained because of Him. Groceries on my doorstep. An extra $50 in my account. An abnormally large tip from a customer that paid for my car insurance last month.

A common thread weaves through my devotional tonight – love. But my heart still aches with a familiar tug, for I still don’t understand. “Why would anyone want to love me, let alone God?” I wondered. “How can He share His kingdom with somebody who is so flawed?”

As I pray for an answer to this question, God leads my eyes to 1 John 4:12.

No one has ever seen God; if we love one another, God abides in us and his love is perfected in us.

Christ is listening – and answering! His voice shouts from the dog-eared pages of my second-hand bible. Christ doesn’t want perfection. He wants us to love us, not because we’re perfect but because we’re His.

As I look down at the sleeping child cradled in my arms, I now understand. In the absence of Christ, all of us are imperfect. But when we give ourselves over to Jesus, His blood changes everything. Imperfect becomes “I’m Perfect.”