Today, I invite you to tell the real-talk truth about imperfection. My offering is a poem. What truth of imperfection is rising up in you? What have you learned about being imperfect? I’ve learned I don’t have to be always perfect. God is doing a good work in me, work that I cannot even begin to do. He is faithful. And His work is perfectly good.
This month I’ll be talking a lot about authenticity, moving forward, staying in your lane, holding faith, being real, being authentic, and how there’s more than enough grace. It’s a 31 Days Of… challenge for me. Maybe you have one too. I invite you to join me on the journey. Kicks off October 1st and runs the entire month. It will perfectly imperfect, and that’s okay.
Till then, here are thoughts on grace.
Grace is not something you have to work for. It is a gift. It’s nothing you could have earned. You don’t have to work to keep it. God did ALL the work. What a relief!!!!
We’re also still doing Real Talk Tuesdays. This weeks topic is: the truth about imperfection. Link goes live Tuesday.
There is a beauty in the stillness. There is a healing in the calm. What is the whisper you hear in the quietness?
My heart needed the following words as sweet reminder: Be kind to yourself. None of us are living perfect lives. There is grace enough. In this moment practice being still. Wait in the solace. You will find hope. You will find peace.
Do not be afraid of the silence. Let your soul be still. Let your heart ponder. May you hear God speak to the deep places in your heart and soul.
We’d love for you to join us. Poem, Song, Essay, Story, Blog Post, or Photo Essay – share the words and images that speak of truth. Your voice will be heard here. We’re ready to hear your stories. We honor each voice here.
All we ask is that you keep it G/PG, share your post, comment on the person before you or after you, and share the link up. As always may our words be seasoned with salt and grace. May our words empower, encourage, and equip.
A Love Letter of Hope – A Time for Mourning a Time for Dancing
Life isn’t always beautiful roses and fragrant daffodils. Sometimes life carries the stench of dead things – dead dreams, dead hopes, dead feelings, loss of people, loss of relationships. It reeks of pungent rottenness. We’ve all been there. Heads hanging so low, not even the sun can lift them. Hearts so heavy with the ashes of our pain that we are immobilized. Yes, life isn’t always a beautiful song. Sometimes it is the wincing melody of screeching nails on black chalkboard.
What do you do when life grates against your core?
What do you choose to remember when soul and mind are is disagreement or disarray?
Do you lean in? Walk away? Bury your head in the sand?
Is dissonance a stigma, or does it point you to a deeper truth?
I find myself in a new season. It’s one of pruning, releasing, settling, and restoration. All. At. Once. It’s a bit overwhelming when dissonance shows up on your doorstep. It demands attention. It requires my sight and my heart. So today I am listening, leaning in to the whisper.