I wish I were perfect…
If I were perfect, I would never, ever have to ask for forgiveness. I would never go through the process of getting down on myself for another stupid mistake. But…alas…I’m not perfect.
It seems that most of my issues lie in my tongue. Maybe that is why James said, “Indeed, we all make many mistakes. For if we could control our tongues, we would be perfect and could also control ourselves in every other way.” (James 3:2)
My tongue sometimes gets loose, and sometimes, without me even seeing the coming destruction, it lashes out and strikes those that I love most. Ugh. It is not pretty.
But, beauty can be resurrected from the destruction. It’s called forgiveness.
This week, in my hurry to make sure there was order to our plans, my tongue cut loose on my son and his wife. I made my urgency theirs, and without seeing the coming pain, my words created angst and anger. It was not pretty.
But, in the apology and in saying to my son, “I wish I were perfect,” he responded by saying, “I know.” He did. He knew my desire was not to wound or hurt. He knew my heart was to make things right. He knew that as family we forgive and we are forgiven.
The beauty of this process is that another connecting cord of love and appreciation for each other is joined. We work through the sometimes difficult process of forgiveness, knowing that it will be asked and offered again and again over the years to come. And there is comfort in knowing that though neither of us is perfect, through the process of forgiveness, our relationship will stand the test of time, and love will abound.