Sometimes I get frustrated with our imperfect world.
People and how they make all these mistakes.
Myself and how I can’t always get everything done on my to do list.
The construction and how it ruins my pictures of the pretty field that used to be in my backyard.
The temporary nature of the world.
But when I think about these things, I remember something. In order to truly love something, we have to embrace it’s imperfect nature. I have to remember that people do not always make the right choices, that sometimes I overload myself and sometimes construction happens.
I want to love our imperfect world because it is where God placed me.
Even if I am truly sick of the construction.