Ode to Blessed Imperfection

I am not perfect but I strive to be humble.

I am not eloquent but I work to encourage.

Never early but ready when I get there.

A million flaws but a million and one smiles.

I miss a lot but see the needy and help.

Not popular but known to love the Lord.

I focus on the big picture but God points out the details I need.

Not always lovable but my children respect and love me.

Not always a great wife but always a forgiving one.

I am not perfect but I am blessed to know humble is better.😄❤

Beautiful but Strange AKA Nobody but Jesus is Perfect

Today, I had the beautiful opportunity to attend the bi-annual ladies’ missionary meeting my Great Aunt Evelyne (a retired missionary from Africa and then Haiti) and Ellen (a retired missionary from Haiti). She invites us every meeting and I love going. My mom and daughter went with me this time.

I cannot properly voice to you how honored I am to be related to such a beautifully and consistently obedient soul to God. She never married, giving God her whole life in service, teaching children and whoever she met about the love of God. Stories of faith and God’a provision just flow from her. I am honored to be her neice and be from a lineage of missionaries. Every Christian is precious to God but it is an honor to be with those faithful at it all their lives. It urges me on towards God and faithfulness and obedience myself. And today was beautiful for that reason… many life long followers of Jesus were together today. The prayer power of these faithful ladies is palpable. I almost feel sorry for the enemy they pray against for there is no hope for them, so great is their faith. Why? Because they lived God’s provision on a day to day basis. They do not doubt because their lives are proof.

I was also honored to meet a missionary wife to Brasil currently. She invited me to visit and I will do my best to go some day. But how precious is she! A new fast friend and sister in Jesus!

The imperfection comes from the organization. As powerful as their faith, politics are still a nuisance. They needed a president and vice president to take over due to age-related illnesses. I volunteered but was rejected because I do not go to a church of a particular affiliation. And this angered me. No worse, it saddened me because I realized all humans are imperfect, even obedient and faithful ones, even ones who lived their entire lives for God. Jesus did not come to earth touting a denomination. He hated disunity. He hated mountains out of mole hills. He wanted love. He craved us knowing how much He loves each and every one of us. Jesus preached compassion and acceptance and prayer and obedience. No denominations ever. This was a device of the enemy of God. Disunity is Satan’s favorite tool for destruction. To deny a willing and loving soul’s voluntary obedience because of an “incorrect” affiliation pedigree is not only foolish but not Christlike. And I was reminded all humans are imperfect. I am too. I am very imperfect, so am not saying I am better than anyone. I know better and so does Jesus, but I am saying that everyone gets things wrong sometimes and I am voicing my concern in our church that we never think more highly of our affiliation than we ought. It is not Biblical. Every church that lifts up the name of Jesus Christ our Savior and reads the Bible and worships and prays and fasts together is God’s true church. A title will never save a single soul. Only Jesus Christ does that. Only. Correct any lies with this truth.

Saying this, I digress and return to my love of spending time with my Great Aunt Evelyne. And I look forward to visiting her next month to help with some home maintenance she can’t do anymore (she is 87 now). It is a blessing to serve her in any way I can. Thank you, dear God, for her in my life!😄❤

Cleaning House

With all the renovations and projects going on, and it being summer, it is very challenging to keep the house clean. There are boxes, congregations of tools, paint cans stacked, extra parts that have not realized a home yet, storage in boxes that are too delicate for the heat of the shed but have no home anywhere else yet, etc. Dust, sawdust, grout even everywhere. I sweep and mop and the next day looks like I haven’t for a week. Such is life while going through the journey and transformations on it. This all being true, isn’t that what we do? We know transformation on our journey is messy, and we are so hard on everyone when it is not pristine in the process. Life is like walking straight through alternating mud bogs and pristine marble. You finally walk far enough for the mud to all be off your boots on the marble and then you gat a blessed three steps and you are in another mud bog and repeat that pretty much all this life. Me, I prefer being dirty is my problem. I want to feel everything, know where I am, experience the adventure. I am where I am and know it well before I move on, for better or worse. Well, perfection has never been my goal and I wish everyone had that lol (that has gotten me into a bit of trouble expectation wise with loved ones). But we need to do the best we can and keep going. Things are hard enough than for u ou to abredd to that by being hard on yourself. God expects humble obedience and worship but is patient with our imperfections. He knows everything and gets it. Do your best then rest easy on your journey today, my friends. You are so loved and understood, my friends. Love you. ❤