Joy in the Imperfect

This is my life right now, completely imperfect. Tensions are running high, quality time doesn't exist, and I've got my eye on September or the very least Aug 4th.

But this is just a season of my our lives. It is during these times that character is defined, resiliency is soldered and strength is gained.

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.

I hope.

ps:: After getting this all out there, I realized that I was essentially rehashing Emily Ley's Grace Not Perfection.