Lately I have been thinking a lot about how I am an imcomplete person. It’s just a fact. As a human in a broken world, I will not be complete until I am reunited with my Creator and Savior. And that really bother me - the fact that I am not complete. I want to feel like my life is all in order. Like if I do x, y, and z I will be nice to everyone, have straight As, be healthy and have a great body, and my room organized, and about a dozen other things.
But my life will never be perfect. I have to learn to realize that. Living in this world will not be easy and I will not be able to live a perfect life. Ever. It is just not possible. Which is very hard for me to really grasp because I feel like I can somehow make it perfect.
Instead, I have to look toward Jesus and ask His help in making this news not a tragedy but a reason for me to have joy. I do not need to make life perfect. I do not have to do everything. I can have a messy room sometime and eat fast food sometimes (however, it would take a real miracle for me to accept and grade less than an A-, let’s be real.) But I can lean on my God and learn to be content with my incompleteness.