some days i feel pounded by imperfections. i try to cover my flaws, but i remember, there is no hiding. pure transparency with my Father, who has the perfect aerial view of each thing i’ve broken, bumped into, stumbled over, and the messes i’ve left for someone else to clean up. he picks each mess up and cleanses and chooses them as special chapters in the book he’s writing for me. a book that’s unswerving in love, security, and his presence. an immaculately written book that exceeds dreams and protects me.

i am left in awe, and at this moment, all i can say is thank you.