Imperfections…

I woke up Friday morning with a pimple the size of Texas on my face. Seriously, this thing was humongous and I’m pretty sure it had little eyes and hands that were waving at me. The reason I say this is I could literally see this thing hanging out on my cheek at coffee with the girls that morning. I was afraid to turn my head for fear of wiping one of them out. Ridiculous. I haven’t had a pimple like that in years.

The funny thing is it brought back all kinds of memories of my years of acne. It’s truly a wonder that I didn’t do permanent damage to my skin because my friends and I would use enormous amounts of benzoyl peroxide on our faces. I’ll put it to you this way. I had to sleep on a white pillow case for fear that my face treatment would bleach it. Honestly, my chest was where I would smear the cream because that is where I broke out most, so I had to sleep in a white tee. Thank God that white tees and men’s boxer shorts were stylish to my friends and I. Do you think I am kidding? Here I am in the 8th grade.

Yet, I digress. Back to the issue at hand, which is the second nose now growing on my cheek. You need to understand that even as a write, I am dealing with the aftermath of who I now call, Gigantor.

Imperfections. They come along and shift our focus on a regular basis, don’t they?

And I think that is just what the enemy wants for them to do. He wants us to focus so much on our imperfections that we are completely distracted by our perfection in Jesus. You see, if all I am focused on is the ways in which I fail to measure up, then I fail to look up and find my treasure, my hope and my Savior.

We live in a world filled with imperfect, broken people. Yet, because of Jesus, we find perfect hope, perfect love and perfect freedom from our brokenness.

Where is your focus today? Is it on that blemish on your face? Or is it on the perfect face of Christ Jesus, our Savior?

Lord, help me look up at Jesus!

Be hopeful!

Now that we know what we have—Jesus, this great High Priest with ready access to God—let’s not let it slip through our fingers. We don’t have a priest who is out of touch with our reality. He’s been through weakness and testing, experienced it all—all but the sin. So let’s walk right up to him and get what he is so ready to give. Take the mercy, accept the help. Hebrews 4:14‭-‬16 MSG

Tush Neck…

So, a funny thing happened this morning when I was putting on my make up. I noticed that the skin in my lower neck was sagging. Sagging in such a way that it reminded me of a baby’s tush. Seriously, like a little tush right there on my neck. I found myself analyzing it and if I’m honest sort of playing with it. Here was yet another comical reminder that 50 is rapidly approaching. Maybe it is time to bring back the ‘ole turtle neck. Or maybe I should just find a nice sweetheart neck line and let my sagging bat arms join in on some fun! Tush neck meets bat arms! If you can’t beat them, join them right?

The irony is that on January 2, I adopted the hash tag #fitandleanin2019 and selected the word hope for my new year inspiration. Four days in and here I am met with tush neck. I mean really shouldn’t the reflection in the mirror show me that fit and lean gal by now? It has been FOUR days of clean eating for goodness sake.

I finished putting on my make up and went out to show my husband my latest discovery. I’ll let you imagine his response to my new insight.

It’s funny how reality can meet us right smack dab in the middle of our perception, isn’t it? Now before you give me a lecture about being self absorbed, I realize how blessed I am to have arms to hold my husband and miles traveled in life to have a bit of sagging skin.

Each day, we have a choice. We can focus on our imperfections or we can allow our imperfections to make us stronger. And we can choose to remember that there is more to us than our imperfections. We are part of the most exciting story known to mankind: God’s Amazing Story. Laugh a little, shake it off and get back to work folks!

We are all works in progress and there is beauty in every ounce of sagging skin and flapping arm. My tush neck reminds me that I have some work to do and to laugh and not take it all so seriously along the way. And the even bigger take home is that my Father in heaven has important work for me to do through and for Him. He knows all about my tush neck and loves me still.

Be hopeful!

To the weak I became weak, to win the weak. I have become all things to all people so that by all possible means I might save some. 1 Corinthians 9:22 NIV