Here's the thing. I'm 41 years old which means I'm midlife now. What?! Most folks still think my wife and I are in our early 30s which is nice some days but inaccurate all the days. And since we are in our early 40s negotiating time and goals means a lot more than it used to.
In my late teens and early 20s I'd spend hours memorizing lines from whatever Adam Sandler movie was on loop. And while it's nice to be able to say with impeccable comedic timing "The price is wrong Bob" from Happy Gilmore, now that I'm midlife, hold down a job, and have a family that doesn't seem so significant.
And significant is what I want to see a lot more from us humans this round-numbered year. In this year where the cheeseball "have a better vision for your life in 2020" slogans will abound let's be honest—cheeseballs are delicious and we should all have one of those giant plastic jugs of them in our kitchen. So let's run with that slogan for a minute.
But now come the rebuttals in your brain and mine.
"But I'm not ready to envision a marathon at this year even though I've wanted to since I was a kid. I can't run a half yet."
"I don't know how to play like James Taylor so I better wait a until next month longer to pick up the guitar. I'll just keep watching YouTube tutorials on how to play."
I know. Me too. But how much longer will you rob yourself and your world of what you're capable of? And if you live until your grey haired do you want to sit in your rocking chair wondering about what could've been?
Maybe we could be more like the God who created in Genesis who didn't make a perfect thing.
Bear with me, I'm not heretic-ing here. Let me explain.
A perfect thing is complete and at its highest point of ability. In the Garden of Eden, that's not how the story goes.
God makes a young Adam and Eve who still have so much to learn about themselves, each other, the garden that needs some upkeep and improvement, and their Creator. The earth isn't perfected. They aren't perfected. There is still so much to learn and do before they bite any forbidden fruit.
God called the place and the two people "good" but he didn't call them "perfect" because they weren't. And yet God got to work creating.
The fear of not being perfect has delayed too many good things from happening. I've wanted to write and have done so off and on for years. However, there are seasons where I let fear of imperfection overwhelm my ability to offer something good enough (or even "just okay") for the day.
So a few days ago I took my family to Jerry's Sno Cones, a delicious Memphis eatery, and my wife took pictures for my portfolio to start writing professionally and part-time. We didn't know how to do them perfectly but we did them and they are good enough for this season. Actually, she made them really fun and colorful and she's awesome. I put the photo below because I need you to see something where I can see all my flaws but am committing to God's words that "I'm good," that I have value and significance and gifts to offer, even when I'm so imperfect.
And I bet you have that "good enough" gift to offer us as well. You certainly have worth and significance. So what imperfectly GOOD will you offer us all this nice round year? Crunch some cheeseballs. Envision it. Pick up that instrument, lace up those running shoes, register for that class, and get started!