frosted mini wheats

when i was young, probably in middle school, i had this perfectionist problem. you see, i'd eat frosted mini-wheats quite regularly and every time i ate them i'd pull them from the box one by one. i'd make sure each one rested in the bowl frosting side up. i had a "perfect" bowl of mini-wheats before me. i would then carefully pour the milk into my bowl so as not to upset the order by carelessly flipping a mini-wheat over.

i tell you this meaningless story of my past because, today, i was pouring myself a bowl of mini-wheats without any regard for which side they landed on in my bowl. you could say that my bowl of cereal was a "mess."

and that's when it hit me. i miss those days when i was young and thought that perfection was attainable. yes, perfection is what i strive for. i long to "be holy as Christ is holy" but i realize the uphill climb that's in front of me. you know, a climb i can't make on my own. maybe i'm too comfortable with the "mess" i've become.

maybe we're all just a "mess" and i'm afraid of the effort of turning myself and everyone else over so their frosting shows. obviously, this could all mean absolutely nothing. if you come around here often you know that i have more questions than i have answers. and this bowl of mini-wheats proves that yet again.

all i really know is that i'm a mess and you're probably a mess but there's still something perfect out there. maybe we just need to be a little more childlike. i'm not the first to suggest that. Jesus said it before me and much more profoundly. but i think i'm going to be more like the youthful version of myself. now if you'll excuse me i need to start flipping over some frosted mini-wheats...