The problem with being mortal is, you're not perfect. And if you're not perfect then there's always something you can do better. And if there's always something you can do better then there's always something you're not doing well enough. Your tummy's not flat. Your hair isn't just so. You didn't read to your kid today. You didn't make dinner last night. You forgot to check the mail. You didn't wash the dishes. Your pictures aren't as pretty as you want them to be. It's not quite right. It's not perfect.
It's hard sometimes not to get discouraged.
And sometimes it's even harder not to get discouraged when somebody else does seem to get it right. They play with their kids all the time. They're always reading. They sew perfectly. Their pictures are always so beautiful. They always dress so well. They always look so put together. They just seem to get everything right. It's hard not to see someone doing well and not wonder why it is you can't do it too.
I've been feeling that way a little today. And I think it's okay to admire someone else's good qualities and aspire to improve. I think that's good. I think that's what we're supposed to do, be good examples and follow the good examples of others. But there's a line between admiration and jealousy and it's an easy, but dangerous one to cross. I try not to, but sometimes I do. I'm mortal. I'm not perfect.
And realizing all that can also be a little discouraging. Will I ever get there? Will I ever be and do all the things I wish I could?
Yes. But not here and not now and not on my own.
I get discouraged sometimes, but I don't stay discouraged and it's because I know that life is not a competition. We're not here to win or lose. Heavenly Father doesn't want only some of us to come back. He wants all of us. Even little not perfect me. And so he does everything he can to help me. And he sent his son Jesus Christ to Atone for not only my sins, but all of my shortcomings, all my disappointments, all of my grief and pain and sadness and inadequacies. If I do my best--imperfect as it may be--the Savior makes up the rest.
And so, in the mean time, I keep trying. I keep learning. I do a little better each day and try to remember the good things I did right instead of all the things I haven't mastered yet.
I hope what I've written doesn't seem preachy. I certainly don't mean it that way. Whatever faith you may be, we all get discouraged sometimes. But it's important to know that that's not what's important. What's important is remembering how loved we are and how precious we are to the one who wants us to return back home. And he will do all he can to help us get there.