Perfection

I've been thinking quite a bit about the idea of perfection. If there is one thing I've realized over the last few months, it's that I am not perfect. Not even close. But I'm strangely ok with that- I don't want to be. I love imperfections; they make us human. They are what make us unique and interesting. Now there are always things I am working on to make myself a better person. There are imperfections that need to be remedied. But overall, I'm grateful for the mistakes I make because they teach me humility, they teach me how to love, and they teach me how to serve. I'm grateful for my imperfections because they allow me to turn to my Savior in all things. I know that I am not perfect, but that through the Lord, I can be made perfect. My imperfections allow me to see all the blessings I have been given. After each trial, bump, or mistake there has been immeasurable joy. So I am not perfect. That's ok.