Don’t know about you, but I have this great gift of imperfection. It stays with me constantly. It frustrates the dog out of me, too.
After I eat, there is almost as much food in my lap as there is in my belly. Imperfection.
When I paint my toenails, the paint ends up all over my toes. Imperfection.
When doing laundry, half the socks go missing. We get socks out of our household community sock basket; I just don’t ever seem to get them into drawers. Growing up, we never had a sock basket at my mother’s house. Imperfection.
I dig my heels in at weird places. I’m a fantastic worker, will work like a focused madman for months on a project, right up to the finishing touches, and then put off finishing the last 10 minutes that it would take to complete it for months on end. Imperfection.
Yall, I could go on and on. I’m not even going to start on my deep psychotic issues. Someplace along the way, I figured out that we all have them. We are all crazy. It’s part of the human experience.
It takes lots of practice to keep me from sliding into the depths of depression or psycho-flippin’-tyrant-mode over all my quirks. But, my sanity practice begins every day when I collect my body, soul, and spirit, with my Maker….
Come, My Lord.
Word of God, speak to me.
Center me in You.
Possess my entire being.
Give me the courage,
and the discipline,
and the hunger,
and the longing to enter into the Divine – then let me share this astounding experience. Press me, Lord, to share this experience that changes everything.
Collect yourself into His Spirit.
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