one more step from perfection
My sister is perfect.
Some of you know what I'm talking about. She slaves all night on her homework, yet still summons the energy to be cheerful and pleasant to everyone all day. Plus she bakes the most insanely amazing desserts that you've never tasted (she will make one lucky man very happy someday). Seriously, I wonder how she keeps the guys off her.
My parents like to remind my brother and me that this perfection does not run in the family. It used to just be my hair (yeah right), but now my mother has a new shortcoming to remind me of.
Today I went to the dentist and found, to my great surprise, that I have recently acquired a brand new pair of cavities. Not deep ones, but cavities nonetheless. Now, I don't eat lots of sweets. I usually brush my teeth twice a day (read: unless I fall asleep while doing my homework, which happens painfully frequently). My dear mum was always proud of her children's perfect teeth. But now? No more.
So, in two weeks I get to meet my new friend: the drill. What excitement! Maybe they'll let me blast Crowder in my ears to ease the pain....
I'm so glad that God doesn't judge our perfection by what we do or by what we have. God's idea (and our only real example) of perfection is Christ. We really have it easy don't we? All we need is to ask Christ to be in us—to shine through us, and we can be called perfect. On our own? Never. With Christ? Absolutely!
And now, a tantalizing shot of my pearly off-whites:


