Perfect isn’t possible. Perfectly imperfect is.
As a first year (8th grade Language Arts) teacher who’s living my “dream,” here are a couple confessions I have to make…
Our weaknesses.. Our shortcomings.. Our inadequacies.. When given to God, these imperfections showcase to the world that God uses earthen, human, needy vessels on the daily.
H E A L I N G was made to be a messy process. Not quick. Not carefree. But ongoing.
Eternity is coming. Where will you spend it? And who will you take with you?
However, spiritually – I don’t want to be labeled – but defined. Defined by something greater. Something more than just the outward.
A poem depicting our need to turn back to the Word, instead of focusing on the World.
Daddy, this is for you. Thanks for being the real deal. No, you aren’t perfect. But, your genuine spirit showcases a maturity, kindness, honesty, and authentic love that I admire and seek to duplicate.
In a world full of fluffy relationships, let us be people who pursue and create the solid, authentic ones.
The blog has been at a stand-still for two whole months. But, my life (on the contrary) has not. Hence the lack of time (and energy) to post. The good news is, I have pictures to prove it. Starting off – the last few months have been waylaid with many hours of studying for me!…