This post is the first of five in a series that I am calling Imperfectionism. It's about holding ourselves to a standard of God's grace, not perfection. Read 'em and deep[ly].
She believes in God's truth to her core,
Yet everyone says
She's the "good girl,"
And she wants to be more.
More than a stamp of approval,
She desires the standard's removal.
More than a test,
She yearns for grace and rest.
Not to be too much or too little,
Her life will be a bit messy in the middle.
She rolls out of bed and greets the day,
Without too much thought to her way.
When her teachers would applaud,
She wanted to shrink.
"Don't give me laud,
When it's of God you should think."
Her life may be wrecked,
Yet perfection He doesn't expect.
She is perfectly sought,
In freedom, she thought:
"I will leave it today,
A bed unmade."
~Madeline
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