Why Can’t I Be Accepted As Imperfect?

Blameless Because He Lives

Because He Lives, I Can Face Tomorrow!

Imperfections and All

There was this amazing piece roaming around Facebook that one of my beautiful girlfriends posted.  She is as stunning and beautiful physically as her compassionate heart.  She’s not afraid to post things that promote the truth and/or validity of her cause, nor does she relent while crying over spilled milk. That is called a tender heart… A beautiful heart… One that is highly imperfect and yet still beats!

This post was actually quite simple and silly, really…  Along with requiring a picture of yourself above the proclamation (can’t run and hide now) in being imperfect, it was just acknowledging through admittance that we, as women, moms, sisters, grandmothers, sometimes fail.  Not only that, but we don’t always say or do the right things or have any answers to interject.  Moms may know it all, but… We just plow through each day offering our love and support, whether it’s enough, right or wrong.

We admit that we don’t walk around with hourglass figures tucked in nicely (tucked??? more like smashed in) under our Spanx shapewear or even have perky breasts that our underwire push-up bras present. Those days are long past.  The only thing perky after birthing and nursing children is our blessed children themselves.  And when you look into their eyes, they’re far more valuable and worth every sagging inch of the bosoms resembling utters. Talk about a beautiful distortion; imperfection and all.

It’s okay and rather fulfilling to acknowledge that, admittedly, I’m not the most beautiful woman in the world, but I am me and I am a Beautiful Beloved.  Beauty lies in the mind of the Be-Loved and how she makes others feel!  And there is only one me with all my unique qualities and characteristics that radiates this love and light into this dark world that is so needed.

Even with this admittance, I have secrets that I’m somewhat ashamed of, but they have made me the Beautiful Beloved I am today. With all these battle scars delivered during these wars and costs of imperfection, it has given me a history that ushers me into the direction of those who need loved on.  It is because of my Lord’s Great Love (1 John 4) that I can face tomorrow.  That’s the meaning behind:

There is no shame in our game; Jesus is His Name!

I am imperfect and I accept that.  Even promote that!  How about even proud of that?  I am not ashamed that I am quite different than anyone else, nor am I ashamed of my gender and who God designed and created me to be.  I am a voice of reason for those who have lost theirs; that’s beauty and significance right there.  All due to my imperfections.

I have a big mouth and oftentimes the deliverance is not appropriate and/or filtered.  This allows me the opportunity to learn humility by apologizing and acknowledging my need for forgiveness when my imperfections have gotten the better of me.  Isn’t that called growth anyways and how we learn?  Why do we always have to be perfect?  Who defined perfect anyways?  Is that the meaning behind, “It’s my way or the highway”?

I love to be silly.  Girls just want to have fun, you know!  And even though I’m getting older, it doesn’t mean that the silly little girl inside of me doesn’t emerge from time to time and loves every minute of it.  As Cyndi Lauper sings, “Girls just want to have fun…” and I’m following right alongside of her dancing without any mercy.

I refuse to live another day putting on this “image” or “facade” any longer, but rather walking confidently knowing I’m made in God’s image.  There’s freedom in loving the Beautiful Beloved God designed and created us to be.  I am who I am, who God created, and I make absolutely no apology for who I am.  You can either love me, like me or sadly even hate me. 

One thing is certain:  My love is unconditional and if I love you, I will love you with my whole being and heart, but that will entail acceptance of imperfection!

Because He lives, I can face tomorrow, imperfections and all!  Thank you, Jesus!

Until next time…

Thank you for being Beautiful You!

 

This post was first published on Medium.com.  I am merging venues that are compatible to make my life simpler in this daily challenge of writing… ♥♥

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