Recollection Reflection

 

Perfect

Perfect. It was very hard for me to accept this word.

 

In the recollection ate Pau had provided us with a series of sides with positive words such as; masterpiece, beautiful, redeemed, etc. But what struck me the most was the word: perfect.

I--like everybody else--am a flawed human being. I make mistakes. I am very clumsy and I trip over my own feet on a flat surface. Often, I hurt my sister by accident. I also cause self-inflicted pain unintentionally. I manage to embarrass myself in public places by unintentionally stumbling and making things fall. I am anything but perfect.

So why did one of the slides say I was perfect?

I almost snickered and said with sarcasm, “Me? Yeah. Right. Perfect. Of course.”

But I didn’t, it would be rude. But still. I am not perfect, at all. In fact, I knew I was far from it. I am human, I make mistakes, I get tempted, I sin. I was not perfect; at least I thought I wasn’t.

Before ate Pau’s talk the facilitators had prepared games for us. And as I write this now and remember how I did on the games, I definitely wasn’t perfect. I stumble on things a lot and we kind of lost because our team was caught up in last place. But that was fine, my team and I had fun. And I guess that was what matters. But let’s go back to the talk. How was I perfect?

I thought about this more as the facilitators dimmed the lights and gave us time to pray. I asked God what it meant to be perfect. It didn’t really take long before I got my answer. The answer came as soon as I asked it.

God said that I am perfect. He made me according to His image and likeness. I am perfect in my imperfections, in my mistakes, in how I grow. I am perfect in His eyes and always will be. He told me not to be afraid of mistakes for they make me who I am. He told me not to be ashamed of my sin, because He is always ready to forgive me, I only needed to ask.

He told me He was with me through it all, through the battles and the trials, the imperfection and the mistakes. I am perfect in the way He made me and God made me good. I am the daughter of a perfect God. I am perfect in my imperfections and I am made perfect in Him. I always am and always will be His.

He told me more of this in a span of minutes. He told me that I as well as many others forget who we really are, we forget that we are His and we are made according to His own image and likeness. We forget that we are for Him and that He is for us. He is inside of us, He is with us. What more of perfect would anyone else ask for?

We are created a masterpiece. And by masterpiece I mean an amazing no-one-can-ever-replicate-anything-as-beautiful-as-this creation.  No one on the earth, or the next dimension can ever recreate what we are and who we are in Him.

Every one of us is perfect in every way. We are beautiful and we are His.

The fact itself that we are His is as amazing as fact can ever be. We forget about this, therefore we say we are not perfect. But in reality we are. We grow every day, we learn, we get hurt but we stand up. And what we are is beautiful, and God claims that Himself.

At the end of the Recollection I knew I could ask for nothing more.

There was nothing else I could ask for because God has laid everything there to me. He told me who I am and He reminded me how important I am to Him.

I am worth His son’s life on the cross, I am worthy of Him. I am beautiful and I am perfect. I am His creation.

I am His.

And He is mine.

If perfection had limits, God knew none of them. He exceeded everything I could ever dream of, He exceeded the love I’d ever thought I’d receive. And He claims I am deserving of all of this, that is enough. I believe in the promises of the King of Kings. I believe that I am His daughter and I believe He made me to proclaim greatness in His name.

And I believe everyone in the world was made the same way.

You are made perfect. So don’t forget it.