Cracks in concrete are extremely common but often misunderstood. When we see a crack, we automatically assume there’s something wrong. This is not always the case. Some types of cracks are inevitable.
Isn’t that true of being human, too?
Do we ever reach a full potential of never showing a crack or two?
I heard God tell me that other day that His grace was sufficient for my failings. I want more than anything to live a life redeemed, full of mercy and perfect. Oh no, did I just say
I did. I said P E R F E C T.
It doesn’t exist. Not for anything. If you look close enough their are flaws in everything.
I just want to be me. Not heal something for one day. Not do everything right – just for one day. Not try to be accountable to God, to my children, to my husband – just for one day.
I try so hard. And, inevitably I fail.
Ok! It’s okay to not be perfect.
I have hope. Everyday my hope grows. Each new day brings blessings and battles. But, its okay. I’m going to make it.
I am going to make it – imperfectly. That’s how I’m going to make it.
