10 Things I Love
Harry Potter evenings
Spontaneous days out
Date nights
Slow dances at weddings
Church friends
New bookshelves
Puzzle videos
Long-distance friendships
Twinkle lights
Mike Mains on repeat
1.31.2020
Tuesday, March 31, 2020
10 Things I Love in December
10 Things I Love
Our first Christmas ornaments
Making buckeyes with my mom
Hosting for the first time
Leaving work for break
Kisses and champagne at midnight
Driving buddy while he was off school
Christmas music on repeat
Sister and brother-in-law's baby announcement
Christmas Eve gift of financial aid
Andrew
12.31.19
Our first Christmas ornaments
Making buckeyes with my mom
Hosting for the first time
Leaving work for break
Kisses and champagne at midnight
Driving buddy while he was off school
Christmas music on repeat
Sister and brother-in-law's baby announcement
Christmas Eve gift of financial aid
Andrew
12.31.19
Friday, March 27, 2020
Make Room
Make room for grace
Deep breaths, he says, as he holds my shoulders
Let it go, she says, because she's never held this fear
It'll be okay, he says, and I want to have his certainty
It doesn't have to be perfect, they say, voices of a world that hides its flaws
Perfectionism is the enemy of peace
And it disguises itself as virtues so that it can conquer more of my heart
It doesn't show up at the gate with swords drawn and a challenge, ready for a glorious fight
Perfectionism sneaks, it cajoles, it convinces
A trickster, it presents itself as ambition, dedication, required excellence
Perfectionism overpowers my loves and fears and hopes until there's no room for anything else
No room for grace
So I must make a substitution, an atonement, a desperate but worthy trade
And sacrifice the expectations of perfection on the altar of freedom
To make room for grace
Deep breaths, he says, and peace conquers fear
Let it go, she says, and my eyes release their tears
It'll be okay, he says, and I recall promises fulfilled
It doesn't need to be perfect, God says, My grace is sufficient for it all
Eyes up
Hands open
Spirit at rest
Making room
For grace
3.27.2020
Deep breaths, he says, as he holds my shoulders
Let it go, she says, because she's never held this fear
It'll be okay, he says, and I want to have his certainty
It doesn't have to be perfect, they say, voices of a world that hides its flaws
Perfectionism is the enemy of peace
And it disguises itself as virtues so that it can conquer more of my heart
It doesn't show up at the gate with swords drawn and a challenge, ready for a glorious fight
Perfectionism sneaks, it cajoles, it convinces
A trickster, it presents itself as ambition, dedication, required excellence
Perfectionism overpowers my loves and fears and hopes until there's no room for anything else
No room for grace
So I must make a substitution, an atonement, a desperate but worthy trade
And sacrifice the expectations of perfection on the altar of freedom
To make room for grace
Deep breaths, he says, and peace conquers fear
Let it go, she says, and my eyes release their tears
It'll be okay, he says, and I recall promises fulfilled
It doesn't need to be perfect, God says, My grace is sufficient for it all
Eyes up
Hands open
Spirit at rest
Making room
For grace
3.27.2020
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