But this is just a season of
And for that, I wouldn't trade it.
These days seem heck bent on humbling me.
Continually showcasing my shortcomings.
Time and again highlighting my failures.
But I know there is joy in the imperfect.
For I am saved by grace. And while I am made in my Father's image, only He is blameless.
I hope someday that my children will recognize me as hardworking [and not be effected by the time I am away from them for this short period of time].
I hope someday that they will also find joy in the imperfect in their own families.
ps:: After getting this all out there, I realized that I was essentially rehashing Emily Ley's Grace Not Perfection.