Imperfections At Your Feet

The two ladies I had lunch with Sunday have been reading my blog. I did not know this. Some people read them and some do not. I am never sure who reads them unless they comment or send an email to me. There is a site meter but I have not figured out how to use it. I was held to accountability as we were eating our cheese cake at Johnny Carino's (so you can only imagine what we ate before the cheese cake). Ouch! (Thank you, Darlene.)

I just want you to know, I did my exercise program last week except for Friday (as referenced in "Up and Running". Friday I was very sore and thought I needed to give myself a rest.

This week I begin again and I will get better each week.

I need to be accountable. I need someone holding me to my word. And, because of my previous blog about "New Friends For Lunch" I decided to hold myself accountable by writing words with my right hand and the same words with my left hand. Do you know what I realized? Both are legible. I think my right hand reflects my personality and strengths while my left hand is reflective of my fear of the unknown. If I face my fear, will I perfect that which I see as imperfect in my life? Can my imperfections be perfected?

Psalm 138:8 (KJV) says this:

The Lord will perfect that which concerneth me: thy mercy, O Lord, endureth forever; forsake not the works of thine own hands.

Father, today, take my imperfections and my fears that I may trust only in You. I will not trust my understanding but only Yours. Your Word teaches me to have no fear. Your Word is a lamp for my feet and a light for my path. You, Oh Lord, are the lifter of my head. I can come boldly to Your throne where I lay my fears and my imperfections at Your feet. Amen