I want to believe that with finitude of fallibility and vulnerability.
Teach me simplicity and wisdom to take pride in my imperfection;
For You love me this way, there is nothing more that I could strain to become;
Teach me not tire of paddling across the river of life but to anticipate the thrill of seeing You by the bend; To have faith, believe over and over again that I am just what I ought to be—free from judgment.
Everyday Grace 