LIFE ISN'T PERFECT...
I realized something in my three years in the desert. That the pursuit of perfection here on earth, is not only futile, but it is truly ungodly. For every moment I wasted thinking about the perfect bathroom fixture or appliance for my house, I missed an opportunity to be there for someone else. Here's another thing about the "perfect" ginormous house for those of you who might have an issue with coveting. An enormous house is bad for a family. I'm not kidding. Everyone has a place to go, and we all scurry like rats to our corners. It's an isolating way to live. If this sounds like a modern-day Ecclesiastes, I think it is.
Our rental is pretty dirty. It's half the size. It's not ours. But you know what? It's here and I'm home. I made homemade lasagna for friends who helped me with the kids this week. So I've had my first dinner party in my little kitchen and you know what? I really liked it. I could reach everything. I DID have to run the dishwasher twice (pots & pans before the guests got here, plates & silverware after.) But I'm here to tell you, the best part of living is in the imperfection. Some people actually have to WASH their dishes. Luckily, God hasn't called me to that, just yet.
I used to have a neighbor who would lounge in her pool and look up at the sky and she would say, "This is MY piece of the sky. It's only for me." This is where God meets you. Where he calls you to service. We came here on faith. There's a lot of prayer to be answered, but I am so grateful to be here. I'm thankful for every Eucalyptus tree, thankful for every mountain surrounding me. This is my perfect. Serving Him. That's my imperfect picture of the perfect day in Monterey on Friday. Also entitled, "Never trust a stranger with your camera."
"Here I am to worship. Here I am to bow down. Here I am to say that You're my God."