It's a neverending battle.  The yardwork, the housework, the body - health and fitness.  If you stop for a moment - like if you're spinning plates on a stick, and pause - it can all come crashing down.  Then, it seems, all that work was for naught.  You paint a room, someone knocks a hole in the wall somehow.  You mow the lawn, two days later there are dandelions sticking up all over the place.

It could drive the perfectionist crazy .

We want to find the balance between being good stewards, being diligent, and not letting our possessions own us. 

One thing I tell myself is this; perfection is for heaven.  This life - we are living in the fall.  We will fight this battle by the sweat of the brow, and we will not attain perfection.

One very wise thing my sister said to me the other day is this.  We need to be very, very careful about our time - and what the devil is giving us to take up our time so we don't spend it wisely.  The time is very short.  Jesus is coming soon.  I could be kept very, very busy with so many things.  And I'm not saying we chouldn't have a home, and whatever might come along with that.  I'm just saying that we won't attain perfection.  Accepting a bit of mess, or a not so neatly manicured lawn, is better than paying the price of having all of our time wrapped up in keeping it perfect.

I read in a knitting book once ... "Leave perfection to the perfectists - a miserable lot."