Then came the sweet merciful impression that my mortal and fallen body, [my vessel] that experienced the great depths of depression, was also NOT designed to fail. I was designed and created in the image of God and my body was meant to successfully take my own soul to the promised land of God’s salvation and exaltation.
Tag: imperfections
In spite of all my imperfections – and any mother’s imperfections – it’s still been a lifetime of learning and loving.
I used to think that I would be given some kind of award for doing it all. For being SUPER MOM!!! But momma, there’s no award for doing it all. And… perfection doesn’t exist.
When we stop, look in the mirror, and see ourselves for who we truly are, beautiful daughters of a loving Father in heaven, something beautiful happens.
Seriously….When I’m giving myself grace I always choose pleasing myself. When I’m striving for perfection? I always choose pleasing others.