perfection

It is in the dark when one most appreciates the light.

It is when I am the clumsiest that I'm glad someone will catch me.

I wish I could slap myself and tell myself that I would do well to leave my own life alone and know that the way I am is the way I was made, and the way I am isn't yet going to be perfect on its own. And it won't be. 'Till the day I die.

And I don't know why it is that I reach out for so much perfection or I want it so badly, but I will do anything for it. For righteousness. It's why I strive, but it is also why I always wander.

"Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect."
- Matthew 5:48

This is part of the Gospel presentation I learned. But it's not part of the Gospel that I learned.
I cannot be perfect, therefore I will always be short of God's standards.

"What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ—the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith."
- Philippians 3:8-9