Now that it has been a week, here is a little update on how things are going around here. In all honesty God has given me a lightness of heart and a skip in my step. The only thing that makes it make sense to me is that it is a God given peace and excitement for whatever the future may hold.
I am once again free to be myself and use all of the talents that God has given me in whichever ways He directs. I have been freed to spend time with friends and invest in relationships that had been otherwise neglected. Like the song below says "perfection is my enemy", but I no longer feel pressured to be perfect, but free to be who I am and when I make mistakes I'll just learn from them and move on. On Friday while I was holding horses for the farrier we were talking about this very thing and I told him I feel like I could take on the world, and I still feel the same way :)
This song has been on my heart today as I went about my work, so I thought I'd share.
At twenty years of age I'm still looking for a dream
A war's already waged for my destiny
But You've already won the battle
And You've got great plans for me
Though I can’t always see
(Chorus)
‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me
When I was just a girl I thought I had it figured out
My life would turn out right, and I'd make it here somehow
But things don't always come that easy
And sometimes I would doubt
(Chorus)
‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me
And you’re free to be you
Sometimes I believe that I can do anything
Yet other times I think I've got nothing good to bring
But You look at my heart and You tell me
That I've got all You seek
And it’s easy to believe
Even though
(Chorus)
‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me
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