Perfection comes in many forms.
There’s the ever-awesome perfect sunset. The pristine perfect rose. The perfect day. The perfect kiss.
The one thing all these have in common? They are one person’s perception of what perfect is. What is perfect to one, may not be to another. But it’s perfect, just the same.
I have heard it said that the only perfect person died on the cross. But in my opinion, we are all created in God’s image, perfect just the way He is, and so, we are.
What if you never did anything wrong or if you already knew everything there was to know? What if you never made a mistake? You would never fail, you would never learn, you would never be sad, you would never be angry; you would never be able to experience the full spectrum of emotions that life has to offer.
It’s not about how others see you that matters most, but how you see yourself. Being perfect doesn’t mean that you never do anything wrong; it means that no matter what you do, you can be happy with who you are.