Until Monday my husband and I had been out of town for ten days–most of it was work-related and exhausting. When I arrived home on Monday, I had to write a 3500-word paper for which I had done months of research. Yesterday I presented the paper to the group I described in yesterday’s blog. The presentation felt good; others seemed to enjoy it.
So I was looking forward to the possibility of a carefree, work-free Friday. Fridays are Andy’s and my usual day off, so we really try to honor our play day and sabbath time together. When I got into bed last night I realized I hadn’t written or thought of a blog post for today. I started to rail at myself for wrecking our day off and for being ditzy and imperfect. Then I remembered a story I once heard. I think it’s fact but it may just be true. Here’s a badly-told rendition.
A young man in college took a test with a professor who was new to him. When the professor returned the graded tests, the student saw he had received a score of 99/100. He looked through the paper and saw no errors. He went to the professor and said, “Excuse me, sir, but the grade is only a 99 and I have a perfect paper.” The professor replied, “Young man, there is only one Perfection and you are not it.”
So today I rejoice in the One Perfect God I love and the grace I receive to accept my own imperfection. It will be a good day!
