tender

There's a tendency within me to beat myself up.

Reaching for acceptance of myself isn't my first thought.

Spitting and kicking at my inadequacies, I tell myself I should know better.

We've been around this corner an incredible amount of times, and yet I still struggle to do what I should do right.

Thinking each day is a goal toward perfection, I discredit my humanness and strive for better.

Always better. 

As though I'm a slab of meat being prepared for the fire, I strike myself over and over again--skin becoming thinner and thinner.

My rawness makes the fire of life sear me. 

What you say burns right through me. I feel every. thing.

He seasons these wounds to make a heart that's tender. 

I give thanks for this miracle. This love. This truly amazing grace.

Today's post is part of my friend, Lisa-Jo's fun challenge each Friday to 

     "Write for five, short, bold beautiful minutes... 

     Unscripted and unedited...

     Without worrying if it's just right or not."

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