Nearly perfect

I used to be a perfectionist. Sometimes I still am. But God gave me these 3 little men to mold and shape and perfectionist went out the door. 

I certainly don't want to strap them with my perfectionist ways. I do want them to do their best. I want them to be creative, secure and loving. 

As I sit here on this rainy holiday morning drinking coffee and reading, I am reminded that God has blessed me with a family that's nearly perfect. 

We're not nearly perfect because of our short comings or a diagnosis or a million other reasons. We're nearly perfect because we're in process. God is molding us into his perfect image.  

And I am proud to be nearly perfect. 

Monkey came in and screamed "behold!" And somehow inspired this quick post.