“We don’t have mango salsa anymore. It was seasonal.” Sure, it’s just a topping for my three-cheese nachos at Qdoba, but my perfected combination of flavors was disrupted.
“OK, give me the mild pico de gallo.” I settled for my next favorite.
But sometimes we build something after some trial and error that seems so perfect.
That’s how the nachos with queso, black beans, grilled veggies, shredded cheese and mild mango salsa were for me this summer. One afternoon not long before the kids returned to school, we met my husband for lunch. When I sat down with the not-quite-favorite nachos, mourning the disappearance of the mango salsa, I realized perfection is fleeting.
There are moments when perfection seems attainable, but that’s a trap. Every time.
Over the nachos that really did taste good, my husband reminded me about how pitchers can throw a perfect game but the next time on the mound a runner gets to base. Nobody throws back-to-back perfect games because perfection is just an illusion.
Unless you’re Jesus.
He’s perfect and he’s perfecting us.
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