I've missed a deadline, fallen asleep on the couch with dishes still in the sink and kids not tucked into bed, and I've felt like I botch everything, mess everything up, and I've had to say it right out loud. "Praise not Perfection. He wants my praise not my perfection."
And when I have just had to take a deep breath and take captive every thought by counting gifts. 'Thank you Lord, for sun lining clouds and hot water to soak these pots, and that my identity is in what Christ did for me, not in what anyone thinks of me, and that your love never lets me go."
Ann Voskamp, A Holy Experience
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