I used to wonder…

…how could human being ever become perfect!

Gone are the days ... the days when ‘I must be perfect’ ushered in nights of wakefulness on the verge of restlessness. Nowadays, I remind myself that I can not be perfectly perfect, that my worse oops is just as important and purposeful as my best aptitude and I usher in nights of restful sleep and days of creativity.

Humanity plus divinity: that is what I call embracing my completeness.

January 15, 2008
Growing…growing ...growing

I know this body is fit enough for heaven’s use so I accept the healing and heck with the insanity of the struggle for perfection.

The perfection can wait for death’s warrant for that’s when humanness cease to be the rapture of life’s fray. Even then my work on earth cannot cease to be because my manure will be the best stuff that daffodils delight on.

I am just glad God gave me the wisdom to know the difference what is true and what’s ludicrous and for a sense of humour and infectious laughter to help ease the healing of the scabs left from dwelling too much on what cannot harm my spirit. Now I can relate to the Psalmist “God has turned my crying into laughing and set my feet a dancing [in a new style and fashion].”