Not Perfect

If I had all the riches in the world, and perhaps a genie in a bottle, there is no question in my mind the luxuries in which I would choose to indulge.

A personal chef.

A fabulous stylist.

A person to take care of my ironing. (Seriously, I have control over these little men. Why do I keep putting them in so many shirts that need ironing? Not smart, Momma. Not smart.)

There is always at least one area of my life that I am trying to revamp. This consists of its consistent presence in my mind, followed by incessant pinning of ideas on how to make said issue more effective, followed by attempts to revamp or abandonment as I move on to another area of obsession.

Currently, I am obsessing over menu choices. There are so many people who live here. And they all want to eat. Constantly. How does one provide so many meals for so many people for so many days?? My brain hurts. That is one struggle I did not consider before staying home. Before, I was basically responsible for supper. And I limped through that meal prep like an old, retired champ.

Now, I have breakfast, lunch, supper, and about 892 times during the day when I try to hold off snack time for the middle turkey who is a bottomless pit. And this makes me sad. So very sad. Because I want to feed them pancakes and goldfish for every meal option known to man. But I know I have to do better. SIGH. This job is hard, man.

In my recent stroll through Pinterest strategies to tackle this latest life issue, I found an article on how to transform your family’s diet. In short, the take home was not what I was looking for. Not perfect, but better.

Wait, what? Don’t you know I want to completely revolutionize my people to become accustomed to eating rice cakes and organic vegetables and gluten free everything by Saturday?? I want to be PERFECT.

But nope. Not perfect, but better. And when I think about it, that is pretty revolutionary. And it doesn’t just apply to my rice cakes.

Philipians 3:14 says, “I press on toward the mark of the high calling.” Paul doesn’t say, I have reached the mark! I have arrived! He says that he will press on toward the mark. You see, no matter how hard we work toward anything in our lives, we will never be perfect. But by all means, we can be better. Today is not yesterday. So today, we must simply set out to be better than yesterday. And if we are better than yesterday today, and tomorrow we are better than today… We still may never achieve perfection, but we will look back to find ourselves having come a long way from where we started.

This morning the boys had a banana with their sugar cereal. So today, we aren’t perfect, but we’re better…