Ah the beauty of life- no one is perfect. Heard this before? We all have. When I think about the people who inspire me most, it's those who have overcome adversities. It's people who have admitted their flaws and still forged on. I don't have it all going, in fact- life is quite messy right now, a beautiful messy- like a field of flowers and weeds- messy. I've been lied to and judged. I've been jolted and called out for my little imperfections that I can't control. I have a feeling that God can still use me with these scattered imperfections. I have to believe it. When you look at a wild field of flowers, you usually don't see the weeds. They are so minute in comparison to the overall loveliness of the flowers. We can still smile at the work that God is doing. Inbetween the weeds of my personality and my story lay blooming flowers for miles, messy... beautiful- and on good days- inspiring.
Thanks for letting me be imperfect.
Thanks for letting me be imperfect.