Imperfect or I’m Perfect (the Apostrophe Matters)

It’s only a simple little quarter of a lowercase ‘l’ but it makes all the difference.

The apostrophe is key in discerning meaning in communication.

Depending on where it sits in a sentence we’re able to determine who owns what.

Possession is often signaled with the use of our little friend the ‘

The apostrophe also helps us interpret short phrases such as the following:

I’m perfect

vs.

Imperfect

One little apostrophe makes a big difference.
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I’m Perfect

It’s only a simple little quarter of a lowercase ‘l’ but it makes all the difference.

The apostrophe is key in discerning meaning in communication.

Depending on where it sits in a sentence we’re able to determine who owns what.

Possession is often signaled with the use of our little friend the ‘

The apostrophe also helps us interpret short phrases such as the following:

I’m perfect

vs.

Imperfect

One little apostrophe makes a big difference.

Imperfect is the more accurate when describing the human condition, yet it’s funny to me I personally feel the temptation to live out the “I’m Perfect” kind of life.

Why do I act this way?

The “I’m Perfect” life is pressure packed. There is barely enough room to breathe. Someone is always watching over your shoulder and checking your work.

Harsh critics (usually yourself) are plentiful in the I’m Perfect world. The score is kept constantly.

There is no grace in the I’m Perfect world.

When I live the I’m Perfect life I don’t need God, because I’m my own God.

Contrast the I’m Perfect mindset with a slight change in punctuation with the “Imperfect” life.

Living an Imperfect life makes me human. It allows for growth and allows me to change and get better, if I claim to be perfect than I have no need.

Imperfect is attractive because it’s relatable and allows others to connect with me.

Imperfect takes the pressure off of me. I can breathe again.

Living the Imperfect declares, “I am not God, because I am flawed.”

The Imperfect life is in need of God, a Savior.

It’s time to start living authentically.

I’m not perfect.

He is.

I need a Savior.

Jesus could claim, “I’m Perfect,” yet at the cross he became the “Imperfect.”

Because of him I can relax. I can breathe. I can depend on him.