I don't think so. Or, at least I don't think so anymore. Here's what I've discovered: I can't be perfect.
I'm sure some of you have arrived at this conclusion about me before I did, but it's a fairly new discovery for me. I mean, I knew I was not perfect and I would not let me forget it. I would get discouraged with myself if I messed up. Somehow I thought I should be perfect. I thought that if I wasn't perfect I would be letting people around me down. Not to mention letting God down. Implicit in the assumption that I should be perfect is the notion that I could be perfect. Of course I know that is not true, otherwise I'd be God.
Then it occurred to me that God knows He's the only One Who's perfect. (no duh.) And that He knows that no one else is perfect. In fact, that's why Jesus came and lived and died and rose again - because of our
imperfections raggedyness sins.
So then, it is reasonable to conclude that God doesn't expect me to be perfect. And if that's true, then it follows that He's not disappointed in me when I fail because He knows I will. In which case I believe that I can confidently conclude that He loves me even when I'm raggedy.
He loves raggedy me, raggedy Anne. So now I'm embracing my 'raggedyness.' I know: It's not a word. That's fine with me. It seems appropriate - even raggedy, to embrace a word that's so inexact as to not actually be a word.
If it could be in the dictionary, though, this is how I would define it:
- Being in a somewhat tattered condition. Her raggedyness makes her more human.
- The state of being characterized by brokenness. That is why I delight in raggedyness. For when I am raggedy, then I am strong.