Perfection

I used to think that perfection did not exist. As a musician, I am well acquainted with the frustration of not being able to play a piece perfectly all the time. As a student, I was very familiar with the feeling that comes from working your butt off on a project or test only to get a less than perfect grade. And as a human, I was VERY aware of my lack of perfection in my relationships and just about everything else. And so....for 24 years, I thought that perfection did not exist. But then, I found out that I was wrong. I found out that there is such a thing as perfection.
Perfection came into my life in the form of an absolutely beautiful young lady from Miami. And she helped me realize that my definition of perfection had been wrong. Perfection comes in many shapes and forms...and she fits pretty much all of them. She is a perfect friend, a perfect musician, and a perfect partner. Most importantly, she is perfect for me. She challenges me every minute of every day to be a better person and to be a better Christian. She is never judgmental, but she has the perfect way of asking questions that show me so many ways that I need to improve myself. I am so incredibly thankful that God brought her into my life and opened the doors for us to be together.
So yes, I admit I was wrong. Perfection does exist. It may not look like you expect...and it may not fit your definition of perfect, but it's out there. And when you find it, it will make you wish that you had never stopped looking for it in the first place.

Where now...

Ever have one of those days where you are constantly frustrated about...well...pretty much everything? Yep...that's been my week. Back in my live-at-home days, I used to laugh at people who "moved out in faith" and then couldn't find a job. I used to find it so hilarious that they got stressed about finances when obviously it was because they just hadn't planned ahead. But here I sit...in a beautiful two-story house...with no job...no prospects...no church family...and a rapidly dwindling bank account. Suddenly, the humor that I used to find in this kind of situation is gone. Replacing it is a growing feeling of dread and fear about what is going to come next. I can't move back home...I'm 24 and have been ready to be on my own for at least 5 years. There is no way I can move back in with my family and maintain my sanity. I could move back south to some job offers there, but that really is not attractive. The pay is great...the people are ok...but everyone and everything I love and need to have close is here. So what do I do? I've applied at pretty much every place around here short of fast food restaurants. Some places just haven't replied...others have made "promises" and then disappeared...others have just been noncommittal. On all the application questionnaires, I've been asked at least once if I often lose my temper. I always want to write, "No...but if you don't hire me I might!" I find myself praying more and more often: "Lord, you opened the doors for me to come here; please don't close them already. I've been here for just one week, don't shut me down so fast. I love this town, I love the people I'm around...just let me stay." But at the same time, I know that if that door does close, I'll have to go. I spent enough years fighting His will. I can't do that anymore.