What if I had been born into another family?
What if my Mother was my best friend?
What if my Dad was my hero?
The perfect parents…the perfect upbringing…
BUT who, what dictates “perfection”?
What if I hadn’t been sexually abused as a child?
What if I hadn’t been beaten by my protector?
What if my parenting was flawless?
The fairy tale life…the life worth emulating…
BUT where do we find “perfection”?
Not excusing, but not demanding answers either. I’m transported to the last doctor’s appointment of my daughter’s journey. The Doctor said to me, “Why didn’t you bring her here sooner?” That sharp dagger that I had been wielding, was plunged into my soul by another. Speechless, lost in the barrage of accusations that already invaded my soul. Yes, if only…and, the what ifs…
We are a peculiar people. We swear that we will never. We demand our rights. We all want something better than Eden. There’s eternity in our hearts. There’s a sense of right and wrong. There’s a longing desire for The One who alone is perfect. Who alone loves perfectly.
“O soul are you weary and troubled? No light in the darkness you see? There’s light for a look at the Savior And life more abundant and free
Turn you eyes upon Jesus / Look full in His wonderful face / And the things of earth will grow strangely dim / In the light of His glory and grace…”Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus by Alan Jackson