I woke up too late to go for a run on the beach (my first since the car wreck) and decided that a 20 minute walk would do me some good. As I keep telling my roommate Paula (from Finland), “Baby steps.”
17 minutes into my walk, as I am nearing my own house, my rambling thoughts and prayers return to a request that God would change something I don’t like about myself.
“No.” His simple answer.
“What? Why?”
“You don’t get to be perfect.”
The words settled quickly in my soul with a sense of peace I like to call relief.
Raindrops in the Ocean 
Dec 17, 2010 @ 10:14:19
I’m so glad that you have a sense of peace and relief! 😀 I am praying for such a feeling for myself (things have been quite insane the last three months 😉 ).
Dec 18, 2010 @ 12:08:19
It’s a relief to know I don’t need to be perfect…especially when I make a lot of silly mistakes! You HAVE had a crazy-making time this season. Love you, Stef. ❤