Struggling through an imperfect life. Doing great things. Doing hard things. Doing things we aren’t proud of and some we really, really are.
Loving people well. Treating people less than. Losing our temper, forgetting to take hold of the battle for our mind and watching it slip from us.
Food that makes us happy. Weight that makes us sad. Community over the table, which is the forgotten best thing.
And oh, those consuming cell phones.
Broken relationships, friends who just know and make us feel loved. Sometimes, getting the flowers or the the card or the text, just in time.
Making progress…falling back and feeling worse. Crazy broken everyday but still, hope in our core.
Doing well with God. Leaving God out of things, completely. Praying like mad or days without prayer, at all.
Crying because we are sad, crying because it’s better than we hoped. Laughing over nothing and everything and the funniest things.
Pets we love and gardens we tend and places we drive and meals we cook and laundry we do and those jobs in nice clothes, too.
People we hug and private pains in our heart, over loves who’ve gone to heaven and people who hurt us here, on earth.
Weak bodies, strong bodies, old bodies we don’t recognize anymore.
Winning things, losing things, holding onto things too long and letting go of things too soon or sometimes, right on time.
Worries, so many, even when we know we shouldn’t. Bursts of faith that surprise us but give us proof we truly can believe with all our heart.
All I know, today, is that we are all human and doing all of these things, no matter what pictures on social media we see or ones we dream up in our minds. We are beautiful people and difficult people, all at the same time, none who will ever be perfect.
And I’m just really grateful for Jesus.
One day we will start our real best life and all get better.
That’s honestly it.
P.S. Press on. I will, too. I love you.