A few days ago I was commenting on a guest blog article and the guest asked a question:
What is your graffiti tag?
I didn’t have to think about it too long before the words “Damaged Perfection” came out on the comment. And since he too agreed that it was pretty cool – I decided to write an article about those two words and why they have meaning for me.
I am damaged
Most of us are. I have failed, missed the mark over and over again, have hurt and disappointed and turned in rebellion to do things my own way. Because of this it has left me feeling broken, inadequate, hurt and full of regret.
It has caused me to see other “damaged” people in my world around me. I am ever sensitive to the hurting and broken-hearted around me. I have noticed how celebrities like Michael Jackson and even recently Lady Gaga can be brilliant in their craft as talented performers but then lead such sad and unfulfilled private lives. This is why the “high” of the applause only lasts so long and then – comes the painful part of feeling empty as they are left with nothing but themselves. This is why alcohol and drug abuse is so prevalent – and you have to feel intensely sad for them. They are damaged. We all are. Without Jesus – at the end of the day – they have nothing. Without Him – neither would I.
I am His Perfection
Created in His image. The wondrous and flawless work of His hands. He takes my brokenness and makes something new and beautiful. He’s the only one who can. Taking something damaged and discarded – and shaping it into a perfect vessel – again – because He can. And before I sinned and missed the mark – doing damage to myself and others around me – and was going to be forever separated from His presence – there was a plan in place – a mystery – an intervention on my behalf. He came to save what was lost – and to redeem me. He covered my broken, sinful self and restored me – doing a work deep within me and for me – something I could never earn or be worthy. He did it because He loves. We would not have done that – we would have tossed aside, destroyed and started over with another creation – but God does not work that way. He makes promises that he does not break. He is a covenant God – working in ways that seem backward to me. He brings life from death and gives strength to weakness – dignity to failure – and makes a perfect finished product from ruin and despair. He snatched death from the enemy and freely gives back what should have been taken from me long ago. He does it – because He is God and I am not. He sees me in a different way than I see myself. He sees me as His Perfection. Worthy of that second chance and more. Worthy of a life that I do not even think I deserve.
And so this is a life long journey and process for me – to simply trust and believe that His work in me is enough – even when I don’t feel like it – even when I continually fail. To walk in this love and grace – making me who I ultimately will be. The me that He sees. I am still learning it. I am still amazed by it. I am still damaged. And I am still perfect – in His eyes.
I am always and forever