“I know things aren’t perfect,”
she said as an aside,
judging the imperfections she observed
by harsh standards she
holds herself and others to.
The wonder, that I noticed
with quiet celebration, Lord,
was my ability to embrace this truth
Not perfect. Yes.
But no shame. Only quiet joy.
Messy. Healing still.
Yet perfectly loved by you.
And resting in this,
the deepest of all truths.
Such grace that you have taught me this.
Such. Amazing. Grace.
Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful.
Do not judge, and you will not be judged.
Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned.
Forgive, and you will be forgiven.
Luke 6:36, 37
From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan