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.
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.
"Write for five, short, bold beautiful minutes...
Unscripted and unedited...
Without worrying if it's just right or not."