Imperfect Family - But a Perfect Fit

I sit in church and look down the pew. It's been a hard week. We sit and we're cleaned up and everyone is wearing Sunday-only shoes.

We're spit-shined on the outside.

But we all have our stuff. Today it's covered by a veneer of Sunday smiles.

I look around the church. Everyone looks together. They're Sunday-shined too. But I wonder how many of us feel unraveled inside. I wonder, in the important places, how many are not-so-shined at all.

I wish we could be the perfect family, but we're not. And I begin to think, about all these rough edges. The not-so-great spots. The parts of us that far from shine.

And the perfect family is only a dream.

But then I wonder...as I sit and think, I hear the soft stirring, the gentle loving, the sweet kindness that can only come from Him.

No, we're not perfect. But we fit perfectly

in the shadow of His wings

I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings. Psalm 61:4

on the palm of His hand

I will not forget you. See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands...Isaiah 49:15-16

in His strong tower

For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against my foe. Psalm 61:3

in center of His grace.

But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."
2 Corinthians 12:9

I guess we all have our stuff.. Things that don't shine like Sunday best.  This side of heaven, in our humanness, we always will.

A perfect family? No.

But it's okay.

We're a perfect fit.