If God is Perfect Then Why am I a Mess?

I am sick, literally. I have a post-Covid cold with drippy nose and a cough starting and what am I to do when I am moving forward on so many fronts right now that my head and life are spinning? I wish the Divine had a magic wand and would take away my need for constant Kleenex. Alas, that won't likely happen. Have you ever wondered if God is so big, so powerful, so Almighty why can't the really annoying things like a cold, or having a flat tire, or having really great plans that crash be fixed? Because God is perfect, let me explain. 

In my counseling practice questions of perfection often arise. Questions about parenting also arise, so I get to tell one of my favorite stories about the "perfect parent." We start with the list of things a "perfect parent" would do for their child:

Anticipate the child's needs (and meet them) before the child was ever in anguish or pain.

Give the child everything the child will need for success in life.

Fix any unforeseen problem before it caused any disturbance.

Choose the perfect school, perfect teacher, and perfect friends for the child.

Then I ask the person to consider what kind of child would this kind of parenting produce? Answers include being dependent and weak with no self reliance.

We then explore what I call the "not good enough parent." 

Doesn't keep the child safe.

Neglects basic needs like food and shelter.

Emotionally absent or abusive.

Obviously this produces a child who may not survive, and if the child does live, is withdrawn and fearful with sever emotional problems. 

We finally get to the "good enough parent." This parent is attentive to a child's needs, but not always. Is supportive and comforting, but not always. Is loving and caring, but not always. Provides safety but not always. What kind of child does this produce? Hopefully someone who is loving and caring for self and others, and is self-reliant when needed, independent when needed, can problem solve and be tough in difficult life circumstances.

The moral of this story is that the good enough parent is actually the perfect parent. Which brings me to God being perfect.

So here I am, sick, and needing to be more careful, take things easy, and be mindful of how grateful I will be when I'm not sick anymore. The God of my understanding isn't going to rush in with that magic wand and fix all my problems. Because God is perfect.