her story

she was never
good enough.

she was reaching for something she could never achieve.
the best was only a step in the direction of perfection -
and though it was impossible
even as a little girl

she tried.
                       BUT

she was never
good enough.


jesus only loves the good enough, right?
performance
perfection
performance
perfection

but when a stick got stuck in the bicycle wheel
and the performanceperfection track

*hiccupped*

she felt like a failure.

she didn't just
feel
that way.

she
WAS
that way.

she knew God was holding the
big stick
and on the
big stick
was the word
PERFECT
and if she didn't achieve
PERFECT
she would feel the end of the
big stick.

plaster on the happy and go back to
performance
perfection
performance
perfection
performance
perfection.

because no one REALLY asked
when you plaster on the happy

no one REALLY cared
and didn't REALLY mean

"how are you?"

because people ALL
plaster on the happy
because they are deceived
and think
their own lives
are the only ones with the
plaster.

her life is better.
her life is better.
NO one feels the plaster cracking
we patch it up and keep it there.

her life is better
her life is better

then a friend who was jesus with skin on said

"you know He loves you when you do
NOTHING,
right?"

and her plaster started to soften.

"you know He loves you WITH all your
not good enough-ness,
right?"

her plaster began to melt.

"you know He wants you to come
AS YOU ARE,
right?"

her plaster fell off in pieces.
and the pieces made a

MESS.

but they belonged to
jesus.

and the journey belongs to
jesus.

so get out your hammer.
it's time to break some plaster.