That is true, no one is perfect. The beauty is in our struggle. Our struggle to do what is right and to be true to ourselves and our higher power. To be true to our intuition and to our gut. Our struggle to fall and then to face the music. Our struggle to repent and to stay that way the best we can... and if needed, repent again...
The beauty is that we are imperfect, and that we don't have to be perfect to be good and loved and loveable.
The beauty is that we try.
The beauty is that we keep going.
The beauty is that we are beautiful
and we are beautiful because we struggle so beautifully...
... and it is only by grace...
and
...I need all the grace I can get because my beautiful struggle is sometimes so ugly.
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