I am often amazed at the beauty of the
written word. The ability of a writer to transport you to another time and
another place, which doesn’t have to be an actual date or location, but are
places that are mile markers in the journey of life.
This morning I came across something I
wrote seven years ago that I didn’t remember writing. I was instantly
transported back to a season of pain and struggle that turned out to be the
turning point of my life. I was reminded of how far I have come, but also
surprised to find that the words written then reflect my intentions for my life
now. I have updated it a little and am
sharing it below:
I am lacking in perfection
So upon close reflection
Everyone’s perception
Is my flaws.
I spent years accommodating
The demands they were making
And ended up just hating
Who I was.
Then came the realization
All my accommodation
Had won me no commendation
No applause
Always suspecting
Continually correcting
And finally rejecting
My poor sham
No more pretense of perfection
Just being a clear reflection
Based on God’s perception
Of who I am.
