An Imperfect Perception of Perfection

Today is the morning after watching my New England Patriots lose to the NY Giants. They not only lost the Super Bowl but they failed in their quest for perfection. It seems to me that nature itself abhors perfection. Whether found in humanity or the nature of the universe, perfection may be mutated towards but remains ever elusive. The amazing thing is that perfection is not something found in creation but seems to be the aspiration of all creation to achieve. Maybe there is something of perfection that is imprinted within us as a remnant of the image of God. We feel the compulsion to be perfect. Yet, the more we strive for it the more we are left feeling like Tom Brady and the Patriots the morning after. There is something calming to know that we are perfectly loved in this imperfect state of existing. Our hearts will never know grace and mercy greater then when we are loved so completely by God while living in the shadows of our own weaknesses. I'm weary from just watching the football equivalent of perfection. Our hearts can use a rest too. The only perfect place is the love of God.