Valued Imperfection

“Perfection comes out of molds or off assembly lines… And the great irony is that we value things made by hand more than we do things that come from machines.”

~ Simon Sinek, author (Permission to Screw Up)


Perfection(ism) is a trap…the kind with shark-like teeth that require you to gnaw off a limb, to escape.  I surrendered the desire for perfection sometime back.  It’s a curse, really, made me ill; and an insanely futile exercise, because no one was impressed.  For certainly, the people who pushed me to be perfect were never gonna allow me reach their high bar.  I’ve done crazy…not going back.

Now, “improvement” is different.  My Coach is far gentler than Perfectionism, encourages each step I take; and the reward of seeing better results than I accomplished last year (or month) makes the process of progress fun.  One trick I’ve learned is to avoid comparing myself with people whose achievements I admire; I stopped comparing, and competing with them—and only measure myself kindly, according to marks on my performance wall.

Is it ironic that we value things made by hand more than what comes from machines?  I’ve known people who don’t value made-by-hand.  They demand perfection at whatever cost, and keep drawers full of warranty documents for when it fails.  So, I view whether one values what comes from an assembly line, or is hand-crafted, as “heart perspective”.

It’s a “heart thing”.  Heart and hands are so intimately connected that when I hold a gift made by someone whose heart is tied to mine, I feel their breathing, pulsing spirit in the object.  It is warm, fragrant with conversations we’ve shared about all that’s meaningful to us.  More than diamonds, I cherish a necklace of “angel” beads handcrafted by a dear sister and niece—for these women are loving angels.  And when I offer gifts from my kitchen, I hope recipients will “taste” my heart in what I’ve cooked, baked.

God knows about creating from love—His hands formed the first man, Adam, and He blew His breath into him.  He’s no “cookie-cutter” God; He makes every person different—even with twins who share similarities, there’s something unique about them, a God-ingredient.

Nonetheless, we’re not flawless…if God wanted perfect folks, He’d have quit already.  He had a better plan, JESUS—who, as His Holy Son, is the Way of reconciliation between God and fallen mankind; the perfect Sacrifice for man’s godless self-regard; the just Advocate for all who will stand before God’s throne.

I’ve made friends with “imperfection”—not so I can be slothful, but because I don’t need to be God…I’m sure that relieves His mind too.  Life, in all its muck and glory, is difficult enough without sweating the stress of perfectionism.  And seriously, who doesn’t get misty-eyed when someone says, “I made this for you”—even if you’ve no clue what it is…you know it’s “love”.

©Sandal Teaberry, 2018 ~ All rights reserved.

Money Money Money Money (Mon-ey!)


“What money does is magnify you… Money gives you a chance if you’re a slob to be a big slob—a huge slob.  On the other hand, if you’re inclined toward doing good things, it gives you the power to do a great many great things.”

~ Warren Buffet, investor (in Georgia Tech Alumni Magazine)

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Leave It In Your Pocket


“People used to wait in line at the checkout and daydream.  Now they pull out their phones and go into the digital world.  This is a missed opportunity to reflect, to relax, to be mindful of the moment.  Creativity lives in those quiet spaces.”

~ Adam Gazzaley, neuroscientist

Wise Elders, Leaving a Good Legacy

“Listen to your elders.  Not because they’re more right—but because they’re more experienced at being wrong.”

~ Steve Richards, Reader’s Digest


Oh, that we could have wisdom while we’re still youngsters…but very few of us are born so gifted.  The next best thing is to be accompanied by wise elders early on, and throughout life’s journey.  But there seems a shortage of such folk; most young people gravitate to their peers’ values and philosophy, as well as music and fashion. 

How I wish I’d had wise elders to guide me in my youth…how I lament not grasping whatever scraps of wisdom were tossed along my path.  I wasn’t raised on the Bible and by the time I read it, the Book of Proverbs’ instruction was too late, regarding many points.  The words sounded harsh, punishing—which was how I viewed God for years.  I didn’t realize till decades later how much He loves people, cares deeply about our well-being here and now—not just for Eternity; that His prohibitions are for the benefit of our bodies/minds/hearts, as well as souls.  I wish I’d been smarter, wiser—that I’d had good teachers, true examples of Him.

A pastor I know of put it so well, when he shared about sitting down with his adolescent son for “a talk”.  He told the boy about bad things he’d done when he was young, how he’d strayed far off the “narrow way” taught in the Bible.  What moved me was his manner and reasoning; it was a heartfelt plea:  “I want you to hear and BELIEVE what I’m saying…because I love you so much, and don’t want you to suffer the painful consequences of making wrong choices, the way I did”.  His young son, apparently gifted with sufficient wisdom, responded, “I will believe you, Dad”.

It’s unrealistic to suggest we can spare the next generations ALL mistakes in judgment, and the consequences of mistakes which can leave lifelong scars.  But maybe we could make time and intentional efforts to foster trusting relationships with children who share our lives—and be brave enough to be honest about things we’re ashamed to have said and done, words and deeds which left wounds with a ripple-effect that only God can sort out and heal. 

We desire to leave our young a rich legacy—one of pride, full of goodness.  I know too well that regrets and remorse make for a terrible inheritance.  The Book of Proverbs is God’s Wisdom—whether we heed, or ignore, Him determines our course and quality of life.

Blessings to you all.

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