Gifts of the Imperfection

Today I made a couple of gifts for a couple of people. I got them done, looked at them and thought they are not perfect. But some how inside I felt at peace with them thinking how many times I have wanted to hide my flaws and look right and good. Thank you Father for helping me to be freer. I always used to tell my kindergärtners that it was their effort and attitude that mattered to me about what they did , not how perfect it was. I always need the reminder.

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