It's OK - you are forgiven. I am imperfect and thus repent and ask forgiveness.
"But now you must put them all away from you: wrath, anger, badness, abusive speech, and obscene talk out of your mouth. Do not lie to one another. Strip off the old personality with its practices, and clothe yourselves with the new personality, which through accurate knowledge is being made new according to the image of the One who created it. [Colossians 3:8-10]
Is there an imperfect or perfect way to grieve? It’s been 6 months as of today. Tear-Drenched, Messy, and Real, I am sending my deepest love to my Dear Son. I know you are nearby and far away every moment. I know you are a guardian spirit for the kids in the transplant ward you worked at. I know you are also having some grand adventure jetting throughout this vast universe. I know you want me to change the thanksgiving decorations that are still on your table. I know you want me to feel more Joy, Love and Peace, and have my own brand new adventures on this earthly journey. I know you understand that right now, changing the decor on your table is a strange adventure in and of itself. Thank you for being my Brave, Beautiful Boy. Thank you for first showing me what Love truly is, and thank you for continuing to show me that Love “IS”.
Not trying to be perfect lol, passed that station way back... Just keeping my shirt on and not losing socks.
It’s not perfection but it’s the striving for perfection that is the practical goal.
Progress, not perfection. A mantra that helps me a great deal.
It's OK - you are forgiven. I am imperfect and thus repent and ask forgiveness.
"But now you must put them all away from you: wrath, anger, badness, abusive speech, and obscene talk out of your mouth. Do not lie to one another. Strip off the old personality with its practices, and clothe yourselves with the new personality, which through accurate knowledge is being made new according to the image of the One who created it. [Colossians 3:8-10]
Blessings
AP
As I traverse the frets of my guitar in practice this morning, I’ll take progress rather than perfection. It’s through our mistakes we learn.
Is there an imperfect or perfect way to grieve? It’s been 6 months as of today. Tear-Drenched, Messy, and Real, I am sending my deepest love to my Dear Son. I know you are nearby and far away every moment. I know you are a guardian spirit for the kids in the transplant ward you worked at. I know you are also having some grand adventure jetting throughout this vast universe. I know you want me to change the thanksgiving decorations that are still on your table. I know you want me to feel more Joy, Love and Peace, and have my own brand new adventures on this earthly journey. I know you understand that right now, changing the decor on your table is a strange adventure in and of itself. Thank you for being my Brave, Beautiful Boy. Thank you for first showing me what Love truly is, and thank you for continuing to show me that Love “IS”.
Unapologetically