I was thinking about this word this morning. I realize that I have a hesitation in starting (and finishing) things because I am afraid of the response of others and that I won't feel that they are perfect. What is perfect?
The idea that dawned on me was that since I am not perfect, I can't define perfection. God is the only one who can do this. He showed us many examples of perfect through His Son, Jesus, but I know that, because of original sin, I am only perfected when I meet my Creator in the death of my earthly body.
That doesn't mean we don't try, but I have to stop hesitating doing/finishing things because of "my" definition of perfect. God has put me here for a purpose. Sometimes I will make mistakes. Most of the time things won't be perfect. The joy is that God is always there for me.
One thing that our pastor eluded to this weekend in his sermon was the concept that we must not work to invite God into our plans, but we must ask God to invite us to be a part of His plans. This was profound for me. God is perfect, His will is the right/perfect choice 100% of the time. When I look to Him to seek His Will, that is just about as close to perfect as I will ever get...