Today, I affirm my imperfection. Or at least, I affirm my desire to affirm my imperfection. I’m not all that comfortable with the idea. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think that I am perfect. I do secretly believe that I am perfectible. So, I not only affirm my imperfection but my imperfectability as well. It is my hope and prayer that, in beginning to believe and accept these things as true, that I can feel free to be me, in my wildly consistent inconsistency.

Today, I am thankful for the sun, holding hands, concerned citizens, lactaid, dogs, Amazon (sorry! They make life really convenient), the prophet Jeremiah, friendly deacons, and sandwiches.