We are so imperfect beings. Imperfect in character. Imperfect in desires. Imperfect in physique. Imperfect in so many other ways. We hurt each other, we confuse each other, we misunderstand each other. There is so much strife in the world. People fighting, families broken, lives shattered, dreams that die, lives that are lost and souls that are hurt.
Yet.
There is a certain sense of beauty and wonder in life.
The beauty of what man is capable of can be seen in the way he responds and not react. The way he creates and inspires others. The way he brings meaning to the things that happen. Perfection that is achieved in imperfection. When things go wrong and when bad things happen then we see how the perfection of man is achieved. The process is perfect and beautiful. In times of strife, you will be able to see how a man can shine. The irony of perfection in imperfection. But yet it’s true. Aren’t we all made in an image so perfect that it has to be God? That’s why as imperfect as we may be, we are all perfect and made perfect in His image.
Am just reminded of how beautiful life can be when you look to the right places and speak to the right Person. Even though, you’re in the storm.
