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Friday, June 10, 2011

A letter to my imperfect self.

Dear Self,

You don't have to be perfect.  God loves you anyway.
You don't have to look perfect, God loves you anyway.
You don't have to do things perfectly, God loves you anyway.

Your house can be a mess.
Your baby can be wearing mismatched clothing.
Your dinner can be made in a microwave.

God loves you anyway.
So does your husband.
So does your baby.

This blog doesn't have to have a hundred followers to be meaningful.
Just writing it is meaningful enough.
Your collages don't have to be anything more than things to make you happy.
Your homeschooling plans do not have to be perfect.
Your Waldorf inspired circle times do not have to be tuned to the pentatonic fifth.
God loves your child and will give you the necessary tools to guide him.

Your husband doesn't have to be perfect. God loves him anyway. So do you.
Your baby is wonderful but he, too, is imperfect. And God loves him anyway.  More than you. Which is saying a lot. 
We are all so imperfect in all our little ways. Yet we are still fearfully and wonderfully made.

Still there is beauty, there are quiet moments, there are tiny lilies of the valley in the yard full of dandelions.
And God loves the lilies.  But he made the dandelions too. And he loves them just the same.


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Sara

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