Perfect is not a real condition

Those who wait for perfect weather will never plant seeds; those who look at every cloud will never harvest crops. (Ecclesiastes 11:4)

Edmund Hillary said, "It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves." We see the mountain and convince ourselves it is too hard to traverse. If we are ever to get to the other side, we need to get over ourselves and embrace the mountain! We could wait for all the conditions of our lives to be 'perfect' before we take the first step toward whatever it is that stands as your 'mountain' - but we all know 'perfect' is hard to find and short-lived. Some of us need to get over ourselves and begin to take the steps we know to take - not the ones we might take if conditions were 'right'. 

"Perfect" is a condition where all the parts conform ABSOLUTELY to the description or definition of some 'ideal' we have formed within our minds. Many times, our 'ideal' is not quite accurate - it has been created in our imagination and the list of all the 'requirements' are super-hard to meet. If we wait for 'perfect', the seeds will not be planted - the seeds of faith grow best when sown, not when they are saved up for the 'perfect' conditions to be met. We never harvest unless we sow the seeds. A farmer doesn't wait for the 'perfect' time to sow the seeds. He does so when he knows it is time to do so.

What mountain stands in your way? What have you imagined about this mountain? Yes, I did ask what you 'imagine' about that mountain. Why? Most of the time we know very little about the mountain before us - we have to create 'images' of what we believe it is we will need to overcome in order to conquer the mountain. What happens when we create these images? We begin to place 'conditions' on our heart - conditions that must be met before we begin to conquer the mountain. "Perfect" seldom happens, my friends. Truth be told, we just need to put aside all these imagined obstacles and begin to climb! Just sayin!

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