Happy Thanksgiving!
The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace. Numbers 6:24-26
The sun hadn’t begun to peek through the horizon yet. There was a heavy mist in the air. Although it was too dark to see the mist, I could feel it on my skin, and I could tell my hair was becoming a bit frizzy. I turned on the outdoor living area lights, which seemed to make the darkness surrounding our home appear even more absent of light. Sounds of owls hooting in the woods, the chirping of birds in the trees, and the bustling of squirrels were evident. Once the sun began to glisten the particles in the atmosphere, the appearance of the world outside the living space was becoming apparent.
It wasn’t a perfectly landscaped lawn appearing. It was the perfectly imperfections that caught my eye. A pile of boxes and wood piled up to be burned. Dirt spotting the yard where there should be grass. Targets for bow practice dotted the scene. Yet, these imperfections are mine, they are home, and they reminded me of something.
Looking out, as the morning was dawning, I was reminded that in spite of our imperfections, God loves us. He calls us His own. Jesus, God’s one and only Son, wants us to make Him our home.
I pray that on this Thanksgiving Day, you will remind yourself that:
- Your table decor doesn’t have to be perfect.
- Life isn’t perfect.
- We all make mistakes, so don’t be so critical of others’ imperfections.
- It is often through those “imperfect” times that we learn the most and grow.
- You are not perfect, but God is.
“Don’t be afraid. I saved you. I named you. You are mine.” Isaiah 43:1 (emphasis mine) Click here to read a precious reminder of you being His.
But you are to be perfect, even as your Father in heaven is perfect. Matthew 5:48 NLT Click here to read, “Perfect? Yikes! Love like Jesus!”
Blessings to you and yours,
The perfectly imperfect, Stephanie
Haha…my man just joined me outside, right before I was about to publish this journal entry. The first thing he noticed, when he looked out back, was the burn pile. I laughed and told him, “That’s funny that you noticed the burn pile first, because that is what encouraged me to write my devotional for today.” Tim commented, “That must mean that we are meant to be together.” Yep, Tim and I may not be perfect, but we are perfect for each other. I love and am thankful for my man.
