I live in a world of smudgy windows

I’m not really a super-mom, but I play one on Facebook.

My life isn’t perfect.

My children aren’t perfect.

My faith isn’t perfect.

My thighs certainly aren’t perfect. I’m reminded of that any time I wear a skirt and try to walk farther than a block.

My house isn’t perfectly clean. Actually, it’s pretty funky smelling right now. There’s something in the freezer that’s gotta go.

Having children with special needs has helped me release ideals of perfection.

I realized perfection isn’t a set standard. Perfection is in the little things, gifts from God, like a walk to the park with four happy kids, a compliment, a child’s eyes locked on mine.

Perfection is God’s business, not mine.

I am thankful to be tethered to him in the midst of this perfection seeking world. I don’t need perfection because I already have peace, and glimpses of happiness.

C. S. Lewis said that God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.

I’d never try to add to C. S. Lewis’s words. I mean, who would? But for me, I’d throw perfection in there. Outside of God, there is no such thing as perfection.

I live in the world of smudgy windows.

And I wouldn’t change it.

To read more about perfection and disability check out Amy Julia Becker’s book A Good and Perfect Gift: Faith, Expectations, and a Little Girl Named Penny. I own a copy, and loved reading it.