and there he was...

and there he was....

my imperfection standing there in the doorway with hammer in its hand, just waiting to clobber me over my head.

i stare at it...shamefully swear i'll never do it again.

only tomorrow comes and i do.

i look up and see him again standing in the doorway.

the hammer looks heavier today.

i ask my Father, why, why can't i seem to get this right?

he responds...

my grace is sufficient for you. my power is made perfect in your weakness.

and i realize that His love, His grace, is given to me even when i don't ask.

my imperfection is still standing in the doorway so tall, hovering, ready to pounce at the slightest inevitable inkling of screwups i will surely commit today.

but i know that today, in this moment at least, that the shameful feeling he brings will not get to stay.