Finding Happiness in Perfection

This past week I felt like a failure for several reasons....

I like this guy, but I dont know what to do about it.

I want to be a good role model to the people around me, but I dont even know what is good or bad any more.... the world is turning grey.

Last but not least, my grades keep plummeting no matter how hard I try.

This song came on the radio and made me smile cuz this is exactly what my conversation with God would have sounded like....

"Perfect" by PINK:

Made a wrong turn, once or twice.

Dug my way out, blood and fire.

Bad decisions, that's alright.

Welcome to my silly life.

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood.

Miss 'No way, it's all good', it didn't slow me down.

Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated.

Look, I'm still around.

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than' perfect.

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing,

You're perfect to me

You're so mean when you talk about yourself; you were wrong.

Change the voices in your head; make them like you instead.

So complicated, look happy, you'll make it

Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game.

It's enough; I've done all I can think of.

Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same.

Woah ohh, pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than' perfect.

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing,

You're perfect to me.

The whole world's scared so I swallow the fear.

The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer.

So cool in line, and we try try try, but we try too hard and it's a waste of my time.

Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere.

They dont like my jeans; they don't get my hair.

Exchange ourselves, and we do it all the time.

Why do we do that? Why do I do that?

Why do I do that?

Yeah, oh, oh baby, pretty baby

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than perfect.

Pretty,pretty please, if you ever, ever feel

Like you're nothing, you're perfect to me, yeahhh.

You're perfect, you're perfect

Ohh pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than' perfect.

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel, like you're nothing

You're perfect to me

So this weekend I was able to go on a family retreat. Several people compliment on how I looked (including that special boy) and how I had grown up. I don't think they realized what an impact they had on me. It was as if God wanted to remind me that I am perfectly and wonderfully made -- end of story