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The quest for PERFECT!

On Friday, September 19, my boyfriend asked me to marry him. I knew the proposal was coming, but seeing him on one knee stirred my spirit 10 feet deep. As tears welled up in our collective eyes, he presented me with a little blue box. I too knew this was coming, but my excitement was still palpable. Inside was a platinum and 18K gold milgrain wedding band. Perfect! 

 The simple, yet tastefully elegant band is representative of me, of us: strong, resilient, two-toned, quality. As I drove to work on Monday, admiring my ring in the morning sunlight, I noticed an odd reflection. "Is that a scratch"? My heart plunged into my lap as I examined my ring under closer scrutiny. My fingertip confirmed my fear!  "How did that happen? Isn't platinum the strongest precious metal?", I asked myself in disbelief!

Thankfully Tiffany's prides itself on customer satisfaction so I knew my concern would be addressed. I wanted a new ring, a Perfect one! As I shared my concern with the salesperson, I felt The Lord say, "nothing is perfect, except me". My consternation was broken by the sound of the clerk's voice, "Ms. Hills, "we'll order a new ring for you". 

Perfect! I want an unblemished ring. No scratches, no defects! I deserve it!

If we're honest, that's how most of us feel about our bodies. We obsess over microscopic flaws, instead of appreciating our overall beauty. Full hips, flat breasts, whatever you have that you wished you didn't, don't obsess. Nothing is perfect, not even a platinum and gold wedding band from Tiffany's.        

As I strolled into the afternoon sunlight, a glistening reflection once again struck my ring. This time I didn't notice the scratch, only the reflection of a beautiful ring, from a wonderful man, on my left hand.  

 After-all, nothing is PERFECT, except God!

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