And especially this,
“My uncle once told me that judging God by the actions of his followers (aka aforementioned “church people”) is like judging Beethoven’s music by hearing a kindergardener try to play Symphony No. 5 on the piano.”
We may fail, but it doesn’t diminish or take away from the greatness of our God. Thankfully.
Today I was having a particularly self-absorbed day. I was diligently stewing in distaste for the inordinate amount time I’m required to spend with myself. In addition to my self loathing over substantial writer’s block, I’m a bridesmaid in my friends wedding in 3 weeks and I’m convinced my arms look like they belong on a chubby baby. I’m roughly 2 unpleasant scale experiences away from semi-permanently swaddling myself in saran wrap.
That’s no exaggeration. I was unhappy with the number on my scale this morning, so at lunch I walked 5 blocks to the gym exclusively for the purpose of weighing myself to see if the number had dropped in the past 7 hours. Walking out of the locker room I realized that since I’m not competing in a weight loss reality show for large sums of money- nor am I Rocky Balboa, that weighing myself in increments measured…
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