Streams of Comfort

I’ve never claimed to be a perfectionist. In fact, when it comes to tasks, I often find there’s a threshold. It determines how much more work and time I’m willing to put in and how well the job is done. However, I hate making mistakes and small accidents. I’m my own worst critic when it comes to my mistakes. Perhaps you are too. I have to remind myself of grace. That God has endless grace for our mistakes. They are already forgiven. And yet one of the hardest things to do is to forgive yourself. Accidents are as much a part of living as breathing is. Our creator knows that and forgives us anyway. I pray that you can find the strength to forgive yourself even in the smallest of mistakes. There is grace. A grace that covers all. This poem is a prayer to God to help my unbelief. To be forgiven.

I’ll bow before the Creator of my hole-filled heart.
The ones I dug.
I’ll find my rest when He chases away the nightmares.
The ones I created.
I’ll bow before the King whose hand carved the valleys and mountains.
The ones I fall into and leap off of.
I’ll step into the life He planned for me with no hesitation.
The one I forgot.
I’ll bow before the Father who calms me and the savage winds.
The ones that never stood a chance.
His love is no accident unlike the salt I spill.
His wounds that covered mine.
-Alice R