The older I get, the more I realize that perfection in a person is an illusion. We spend so much of our lives imagining that somewhere out there is a person who will get everything right; someone who will always say the right thing, always know what we need, never disappoint us, never hurt us, never have a bad day, never struggle with their own wounds, and somehow love us perfectly every single time. We can become so consumed with finding the “right” person that we forget that the person we are looking for is also human. They will have flaws. They will have fears. They will have moments where they get it wrong. They will have things they are still learning about themselves. And so will we. Because the truth is, perfection was never the standard for humanity. God is perfect; people are not.

And perhaps that is one of the most beautiful things about God. He is the only One who is actually perfect, yet His perfection does not cause Him to distance Himself from imperfect people. Instead, He pursues us. Consistently. Patiently. Relentlessly. He knows us completely, the beautiful parts, the broken parts, the parts we are proud of and the parts we desperately wish He would overlook—and still, He comes looking for us. He doesn’t wait until we’ve become the people we promised ourselves we would be. He doesn’t say, “Fix yourself first, then come to Me.” He meets us in the middle of our becoming. He corrects us, restores us, forgives us, teaches us and calls us forward. The perfect God continually pursues imperfect people. And there is something incredibly humbling about that.
The older I get, the more I realize that perfection was never the standard God gave us for one another. Grace was. We are called to forgive because people will fail us. We are called to be patient because people will grow slowly. We are called to be kind because people will sometimes be difficult, wounded, afraid or simply incapable of giving us what we need in a particular moment. We are called to love because none of us will ever become worthy of love through perfection. We are called to bear with one another because God already knew we would need to learn how to extend grace to people who don’t always get it right. And if God, who actually is perfect, chooses to pursue imperfect people relentlessly, who are we to demand perfection from the people we love?

This doesn’t mean we should excuse everything in the name of grace. Grace is not tolerating abuse. Forgiveness is not pretending that something didn’t hurt. Patience does not mean allowing someone to repeatedly break you without accountability. Loving someone does not mean abandoning your boundaries or accepting a person who has no desire to grow. There is a difference between someone who is imperfect and someone who is unwilling to become better. But perhaps we need to become better at recognizing the difference. We need to leave room for people to be human while still expecting them to take responsibility for the ways their humanity affects others. We can say, “You hurt me,” and still choose kindness. We can say, “That wasn’t okay,” and still offer forgiveness. We can hold someone accountable without believing that one mistake defines their entire character.
Maybe that is what makes love so beautiful. Not that we find someone who never fails us, but that we find someone who is humble enough to acknowledge when they have. Someone who can apologize without being forced. Someone who can listen without immediately becoming defensive. Someone who can recognize that loving you means learning you. And perhaps just as importantly, someone who gives you room to do the same. Because love is not two perfect people arriving fully formed at the same destination. It is two imperfect people continually learning how to love better, communicate better, forgive better, and become better. It is choosing grace without abandoning wisdom, choosing patience without losing yourself, and choosing forgiveness without pretending that growth isn’t necessary.
And maybe I am learning to give people the same grace I keep asking God to give me. Because how can I pray for God to be patient with my process while demanding that everyone else have theirs figured out? How can I ask Him to forgive my mistakes while keeping a permanent record of everyone else’s? How can I celebrate the fact that God sees my heart beyond my worst moments and then reduce someone else to theirs? Maybe grace becomes most beautiful when we realize that we are not merely called to receive it, we are called to extend it.
I don’t want to believe in perfect people anymore. I want to believe in people who are honest about their imperfections. People who are willing to grow. People who know how to say “I was wrong.” People who understand that love requires humility, forgiveness, patience and kindness. People who are still becoming, just like me.
Because perfection belongs to God. Grace is what He gave us.
And maybe the most beautiful kind of love isn’t finding someone who never gets it wrong.
Maybe it is finding someone who, despite being imperfect, keeps choosing to get better and choosing to love you better.
And perhaps that is what God has been teaching us all along: we were never asked to be perfect for one another. We were asked to love one another well❤️









