Monday, October 01, 2012

Good Happens, But Perfection Awaits


So there I was at WalMart this morning (yes, again) and at the check-out I dropped a red paint chip square from Home Depot and quickly! The man behind me reached down, picked it up and then handed it to me. With a smile.

Wow. I thanked him and that one kind, old-fashioned gesture made my whole morning.


If you've read here long, you know I often speak about expecting Good. As in good things from God-- blessings, favor, special treats, awesome weather or scenery, answers to prayer and provision for all our specific needs.

Expecting godly good is a Good Thing.

But when I expect perfection from Life, well, that's just begging for headaches.

I mean, in perfect Saturday afternoon weather I sat outside, barefoot, painting two old dining room chairs palest yellow. The whole world felt incredible with a paintbrush in my hand and autumn leaves overhead and swarms of sparrows fluttering past my head like a hundred tiny whispers.

And yet? Occasionally cars drove past with stereos blaring. Once in awhile two neighborhood dogs barked and part of the time, somebody down the street used a leaf blower. As always I could hear the hum of the traffic over the bridge, but then, I've grown to find that weirdly comforting.

But here's the thing--in our world, I'm learning to take the good with the bad. To seek beauty in all the millions of imperfections surrounding me.

There are no perfect friends. No perfect neighbors or neighborhoods. No perfect spouse, child or relative.

No perfect town in which to live. No perfect job or supermarket, department store or movie theater.

No perfect house or yard. No perfect computer, phone, book, tv series, movies. 

The perfect everything awaits us in Heaven.

So having realized all that, I'm finding my world becomes more beautiful, actually, when I stop expecting perfection from anybody except God, Himself. 

While I become more patient and tolerant, God becomes greater and this world becomes less--and then it's the middle part, the Land of Balance, which reaches a sort of imperfect perfection of its own. A shiny, glowy place with no ridiculous expectations, but only appreciation for what is there, what's been given to me. Here. Now. In this imperfect land created by a perfect God.


I bought red paint for our front door(!) and hopefully I'll paint it tomorrow. Already I've painted the new door knocker and wreath for it. Oh, and do you love this door, or what? The stenciling is such a great idea.


Last week, Kim shared some cute tiny homes with me. My very favorite one is here  (scroll way down) and oh! How I love the photos with the sun streaming inside. This would make a great vacation cabin beside a lake or beach (the old me would have wanted to own a vacation cabin, but the new me would be content just renting one for a couple weeks).


I think often we're disappointed because we wanted something more than God wanted us to want it.



Annie said...

I can't wait to see the door and I bet you don't have to clean up red paint blobs after you're done like i do.

Anonymous said...

I have realized I have spent more time being upset or irritated by a not perfect neighborhood etc that I ever should... I mean really...what will change by my bad thinking??? Nothing. Especially stupid when things get better and would even if I hadn't thought a thing about them. I do Love that Welcome door. All of it. I bought a used mail box just like your white one. I am using it in the kitchen. The top will have recipes in it and the bottom 2 Js will have my rolling pin across them. I saw the idea on another blog. You could use one say on the side of your house and put your gardening hand shovel in the top and such?? I have an old beat up old regular mail box in the garden holding mine. Keeps it handy and out of the rain. Sarah

Bonnie said...

Wow, Debra, you're really on top things! Look forward to seeing the new red door. That link to the door with the stenciling is pretty. I just bought a wreath very similar to it this weekend, and added some berries and a wooden "B" to it for our last name. After 19 years with the most unattractive front door, we had a new one installed in July and I can't tell you how much enjoyment it brings me. It looks so welcoming now. Wish I had a blog just so I could show it to you! lol. What color did you paint the door knocker?

Bonnie said...

oops...on top *of* things.

Robin in New Jersey said...

And no perfect church! I run into people all the time who say they can't find a "good" church, so they don't go. I tell them that there is NO perfect church because we are all humans in need of the saving grace of Jesus!

I can't wait to see your red front door. We have a red front door!

Anonymous said...

Well said...spending time and worry over imperfections is useless. I must learn that. I too am comforted by certain sounds, especially when in bed at night. I listen to the far away road traffic and it somehow helps me relax into sleep. It may be that in my long ago childhood, I was comforted by the distant sounds of the trains I could hear from our hill top home at night. Still love those even here in the country when the wind is right.