As I was reading a book this past week, something the author said caught my attention. “Progress, Not Perfection”.  As I think back to some of the goals, and resolutions I made earlier in January ,I already know that I have not managed to hold to all of them. Some things on that list I may have figured out, but not too many. Habits that we spend years cultivating, are not easy to break, and neither are creating new ones.

 When I read this statement, “Progress and not perfection”, it got me thinking - wouldn’t it be wonderful to celebrate progress instead of quitting all together?

 The apostle Paul said, “Not that I have already attained this or am already perfect, but I press on to make it my own because Christ has made me His own.” (Phil 3:12) We have not arrived, nor will we in this life.  But that doesn’t mean we don’t press on.  That we’re moving in the right direction is all important.  Imperfection marks everything that we do.  All our works are imperfect, as are our prayers.  We don’t see fully in anything, nor do we perceive things perfectly.  This should birth humility and dependence on God in us.  But it doesn’t necessarily.  It could also raise up deepest feelings of frustration because we feel we are not far enough along the way.  The expectation that we should be perfect can, in that case, only create unrest in us and in those around us.  Perfection will come one day, but it’s not today.

 This attitude helps us be a lot more gracious with other people too whose imperfections can drive us crazy.  Acknowledging progress in them will build a bridge and breathe confidence into them.  Demanding perfection of them can only crush and discourage them. 

 I have managed to be consistent in my exercise program that I discovered. The woman who designed it was a ballerina during her working years. She is 75 years old! Most classes like this are led by women who are in the 20-30’s. I found it inspirational. I also have finally given myself permission to do the workouts for the 60-year-olds. I have come to the place where, I don’t have to impress anyone. I just need to show up and do it.

 I am learning to extend grace to myself when I fail at being a remarkable older lady. Some days though, I am amazed at what is accomplished and I know that God has helped me. We belong to Jesus.  His sacrifice completes everything we do and makes every effort, every offering, every work acceptable even though from our point of view, it seems so imperfect.  That is some cheery news for a cold January day!

 Dear Father,

 Thank you for completing every work that I do in Your name and accepting my imperfect offerings. Thank you for giving me rest and enabling me to celebrate progress.  I delight in You and thank you for your incredible mercy.  

In Jesus Name,

Amen