Life is a struggle, no? We are imperfect, incomplete beings. We know so little. Funny how many people are writing blog posts, pushing the “publish” button this very moment, proclaiming to the world that they have the answers. Most likely, they do not.
Today, day one, is as good a day as any for me to tell you, I do not have the answers. This is a me-with-you kind of thing, not a me-guiding-you kind of thing. We’re stumbling together.
I’m a fan of Jon Foreman, the lead singer of Switchfoot. He has a lyric that goes, “the wound is where the light shines through.”
“The wound is where the light shines through.”
The wound, our imperfection, our brokenness, our incompleteness, that is where perfection shines through. It’s where healing happens. And because of that, I aim to embrace my imperfections, my wounds, my broken pieces. I aim to accept my imperfection because if I deny it, then I deny a core piece of who I am.
I am imperfect JK. I’m not just kidding.
But here’s the thing, embracing imperfection doesn’t mean I settle for it. It means I look at it, see it for what it is, and choose to create in spite of it. Maybe because of it. The places in life where I’ve stumbled or faltered have often been the very places where I’ve found a deeper sense of understanding and purpose.
When I think about my own imperfections – things that have held me back or made me feel less-than or, God forbid, hurt others – I’m learning to see them as part of my story, not something to hide or be ashamed of. Yes, I’ve got wounds. We all do. But those wounds are like windows. They let in the light. Yes, I’ve got my weaknesses. But grace works best in weakness.
And that’s the truth I want to start with here: I’m imperfect, you’re imperfect, but that’s not the end of the story. It’s the beginning of something real. Something human. Something worth sharing.
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