Flaws

I'm grateful to know my flaws, to know that I have flaws, and for getting to know myself.

I hope not all of my posts sound as cheesy as I feel like they sound. But it's true. I am so glad the I am really getting to know myself and my limits.
I don't like limits. I hate being told I can't do something. I don't like holding back and I very much dislike my flaws.

But, heavens, that just means I'm human. Right?

So why am I grateful for my characteristic and physical flaws?
Because it gives me something to work towards. Something to work on. To become better. After all, at the end of the day, that is the main goal: to be a better person than I was yesterday. The fact that I am mature enough to realize that I do have limitations, weaknesses, and am lacking in areas, is a blessing.

I make new discoveries of how I come up short and what I can do better every day. This isn't discouraging. It's empowering. I view it as a challenge that can only improve my life for the better.
I don't know how I developed this attitude. Perhaps, all of my crazy life experiences and education have the biggest impact on how I see the world. But, I think also. . . people I know or have met or have known has had a huge influence on me as well. One way I know that God knows and loves me is because of the love I share with others and because of the people I meet. . . sometimes I need them and sometimes they need me. Sometimes, they are there just because I need to be shown something or taught a life lesson. Sometimes, people are there to challenge my restraint and push my patience. Sometimes they enter my life and leave me a stronger person. Sometimes, they leave me humbled or weaker than I was before. . . different--in some way--however it may be.

But that's what makes living so rich.
So deep.
So fulfilling and complicated.

There are many different levels and layers of a person. We all have things we need to work on to be better.

I was reflecting on who I was a year ago. . . who I was in High School. . .

I am not the same person.

And that is a strange and comforting thought. Being able to change and grow is a beautiful concept. I'm glad I'm not as arrogant or as self-righteous as I once was. I'm not as ignorant or naive, either.

I know what I need to do and what areas I need to work on. I am humbled and grateful for such knowledge and will continue to work hard to polish my being so that I can be the kind of person, I'd look up to.
Granted, I know that I will never be perfect. But Christ makes up the difference for me, my Savior and Redeemer. Through Him, I can be perfect.
What a tremendous joy and sweet bit of knowledge.