God never meant for us to be "imperfect". We were created in God's own image (GEN 1:27). God is by no means imperfect. God created man and he created the universe, and when he was finished he said "behold it is very good"(GEN 1:31). We have always been given a choice to sin or not to sin, to be dysfunctional or not. I can no longer blame my parents, my friends, or anyone that has hurt me for any choice I have made to be dysfunctional. Everyone reaches a point of accountability. We all are responsible for how we choose to live and can no longer say "this is all I know". To accept -to receive with approval or favor, to admit as adequate or satisfactory, to regard as normal suitable or usual. I refused to “accept” my imperfections dear. I am to strive to be like Christ. Christ was perfect. What has taken place was not condemnation but rather how the Bible teaches us to deal with conflict. Character was never attacked. Honesty and understanding were all that was requested and all that was given in return.
My imperfections diminish when I take them to God and let him take control. He is faithful to forgive me. He is my deliverer. He fills me with life and increases my sense of self worth, not my acceptance of imperfection.
Some suffer from a spirit of rejection that causes them to feel judged, condemned, criticized, and attacked when others do nothing other than try to help them, to love them. Perception is flawed.
Slaughtering Messengers
“I take a deep breath and I ask myself which way to turn.
And I’m carrying questions who’s answers may never be learned
I know it’s unhealthy to live by my plan
I’m trying to reap from unsown land
And I’m slaughtering messengers that come bearing news that the end will come at my own hands
And night will come and I’ll look to the stars
And wonder “why, when, and how far?”
I remind myself I’m not convinced I should exist
And stand torn between rejoicing and shaking my fist
I know nothings gained by advancing then fleeing
And still I try to justify forming plan B
I reference my thus far unhelpful list
Of ways I’ve come up with to make things get fixed
And I know its unhealthy to live by my plan
I’m trying to reap from unsown land
And I’m slaughtering messengers that come bearing news
That the end will come at my own hands
I’m slaughtering the messengers You send
I’m slaughtering these many men
I’m slaughtering these messengers You send”
-Madison East-
"When emotions make you blind, please watch your step"
