I read this very interesting and so true blog post over here. For the full effect of what I am going to write today, I recommend you read this first.
I don’t really know what to say about that.
That and another post, this one somewhere else and of a very different caliber, really shoved it in my face today that I am not been who I think I have in a certain situation.
In said situation, I am the wronged one. I am constantly offended and my boundaries are constantly crossed. Requests made are requests ignored. If only this situation were not how it is, because I am at my wits’ end.
The post at the undisclosed location at first infuriated me. How dare that be said?! After everything, you have got to be kidding me. Clearly something got twisted somewhere.
And then I started thinking. Fine, I might have been the offender once or twice. I was, as Samuel Goldwyn says, “willing to admit that I may not always be right, but I am never wrong.”
And then I started really thinking. I may or may not have done as much harm as I received, but the fact is, I harmed. I have to be honest with myself about that.
After so many days of spiritual peace these past several ones have been very difficult, spiritually and personally. And so the blog post to which I directed you, when I read it about an hour ago, really spoke to me. I am not perfect, but I am being worked on. It hurts, but I won’t be able to recognize myself for the glory of God shining through me.
I learned something interesting in my Latin class. The English word “perfect” comes from the Latin word “perfectum,” which means “to complete.” So as I am being completed, or finished, like the teacup, I am being perfected.
I harmed, yes. I am not proud of it. It hurts. But I rest in the assurance that the God who created me is perfecting and completing me, and someday I’ll be able to say, as my post title does, that I am finished.