Prefection

We live in a world obsessed with getting it right.
Every detail. Every angle. Every word.

But I’ve learned something.
Prefection is a myth.

The more I chase it,
the further it runs.

Every time I fix one flaw,
I find two more.
Every time I compare,
I come up short.

And in the race for “just right,”
I forget what’s already good.

I lose joy in the process.
I trade peace for polish.
I start creating for approval instead of purpose.

I write a daily blog.
I can’t spend hours a day on it.
I have to write it and move on quickly.
Sometimes when I go back and read old posts, I cringe.
It would have been prefect if I had just changed that one section.

But that’s how life works, too.
We’re always learning in hindsight.
Always wishing we could edit the past.

Maybe that’s why grace feels so freeing.
It lets me breathe again.
It reminds me that God never asked for prefection.
He asked for surrender.

So I’m learning to live in the unfinished.
To leave space for the rough edges.
To let my work, my words, my life
be honest,
not prefect.

Beauty was never meant to be flawless.
Just faithful.

And yes, I know I misspelled it.
But if it were spelled right,
it wouldn’t prove the point.

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