In the last 6 1/2 years of motherhood, there has been a recurring reminder of how imperfect I am. Imperfection has become a close buddy of mine.
One thing I love about the imperfection that continues to show up in my life, is that it reminds me of what is really important.
My house fails at perfection. My children fail at perfection. My marriage fails at perfection…And I really fail at perfection.
Even though it can feel uncomfortable to live imperfectly, how amazing that imperfection points me to the perfect one. The only one who can give grace and contentment.
I am thankful that imperfection points me to my need for Christ. He has given me such joy and laughter. I have learned to laugh through the imperfection...because grace should bring on some really good laughter!