This Can't Be Love!

This Can't Be Love!


My eyes are bleary and red
From lack of a good night's sleep
I nod off at mid morning and noon
My day is just one big mess!
My hair is dishevelled, uncombed
Can't really say I care
I know I have a far away look
At times bleary and mild
Other times with murderous intent
At the end of the leash that I hold
A lovely black blob of fur
My darling Chloe
On heat
And like some shadow
Skirting us in the distance
A huge ball of brown unwashed mess
Bobby
Her suitor
Who has chosen to camp at our gate
She scratches my door
It's 2am
She whines and fusses
It's 4am
At 6am I let her out
And they sit facing each other
She demure and coy
He drooling
I sigh ...
This can't be love!

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Perfection vs Satisfaction

I recently attended a children's concert at the International Baptist Church. It was an event to showcase the wonderful talents of the children in their Young Musicians programme. The difference this year was that instead of just singing, there were other areas of talent for the kids to showcase: singing, choral speaking, a skit from their creative writing workshop (written, directed and acted by the kids), movement and dance and a black light display (LED lighted gloves dramatically tell the story in total darkness). 

As usual, the littlest ones stole the hearts of the congregation, made up mainly of proud parents and relatives. Cameras, videos, iPhones, phone cameras, iPads and other recording devices were all out in force to capture these wonderful moments of God-given talents displayed by children. 

Hard working adult volunteers ensured the smooth running of the performance and could do little to rectify any miscues, wrong steps, omitted lines and poor timing. Every performance was met with enthusiastic applause and I could see the smiles of satisfaction on the children's faces. They were happy, we were happy and I am sure God was happy. Satisfied that these children were walking in His path and will grow up to become future choir members, worship leaders and perhaps even a full-fledged church pastor! Who can tell where a small evening performance will lead them? But, they were all growing up to worship the Lord. Amen to that!

They were far from "perfection" but were full in their "satisfaction" in what they had done for the Lord. That to me is what matters. Satisfaction vs Perfection. God planned for us to be perfect and when He realized we were not, in His mercy, He accepted us the way we are - imperfect beings!


My twin godsons were dressed in black and wore white cotton gloves. They performed in total darkness and were parts of a bigger picture forming the bottom bar of the "E" in the word "SERVE" or part of the roof of the house. They were learning to be "perfect" when not seen, the "perfect" part of a whole. they were learning to be part of God's perfect plan. They were performing for their proud  parents and godmas AND for God. I was so totally proud of them!