It has recently been asserted that I have a perfect life, a perfect family, I am perfect, and so are my husband, kids, etc. I take great exception to this notion – no, I vehemently oppose it! Regardless of the fact that such an assertion was not entirely sincere (at least I think she was joking) to have it even be said just rubs me the wrong way. I am entirely imperfect – and I like it that way. The pressure of being perfect, of keeping it up or losing that “perfection”, are much too much for me to handle. If you want to compliment me, and you need a superlative, try excellent or some-such. But perfect…you can keep it.
“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus.” Romans 3:23-24