I found this draft in my Facebook notes dated November 1, 2009. Approximately halfway through my freshman year of college. It's so funny how reading back on old stuff like this can re-inspire and thought-provoke. Just thought I'd share :)
This morning when I woke up, God inspired me.
When I woke up and opened my eyes I couldn't see a thing. This is a daily occurrence for me, mostly because I'm practically blind. So I put on glasses and opened my Bible to Ecclesiastes where I've been spending my quiet times lately. The entire focus of the book of Ecclesiastes is how life not centered on
God is purposeless and meaningless. So after reading and spending some time in prayer, I came to a fantastic conclusion:
Everything IS meaningless. (Go figure, right?) But no, here's how I got there:
Everything we consider imperfect about ourselves--physical aspects we're unhappy with (my vision, for example) or things we wish we did better--are all inescapable evidence of how breathtakingly perfect God really is. We can't even imagine or begin to understand his level of perfection! So why are we creating our own ideas of perfection? Why would I want to be considered perfect in the world's eyes when true, beautiful, unfathomable perfection is only a lifetime away? [I say only because: Psalm 103:15 - "As for man, his days are like grass, he flourishes like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more."]
Being so imperfect is what makes his grace so beautiful! We don't deserve it, and yet here it is--ours for the taking. Everything else is meaningless...so why don't we live that way? Why don't we live like everything is meaningless and true heavenly perfection is something we're given, not something our weak little physical selves can hope to attain? It's something to think about...and almost makes me feel like I'm taking Him for granted by concerning myself with the things I'd like to think I can perfect on my own. I mean after all, they're all meaningless, right? :)
