I am not perfect.
I have never claimed to be so (Am I cheerful? Yup. Do I try to make lemonade out of lemons? Yup. But I am not perfect and neither is my life.)
I really, really do try to share my flaws and failings.
However, based on feedback I’ve received lately, it would appear that these types of posts have somehow fallen through the cracks.
So, here’s a list of some of the posts I’ve written about my not-perfect life.
I shouldn’t be doing this (wherein I share how I ordered pizza and ate three boxes of Hot Tamales instead of cooking a nutritious dinner)
Frugal Girl Confessions (a post comprised of my failings)
Right now, I am (in which I feel discouraged about my vision, am tired of humidity, and feel discouraged about something I’m observing in one of my kids)
Ugly Bread (two posts where I share some not-too-fabulous baking results)
Why I need Mr. FG (in which I explain that I fail at being frugal when the amount of money in question is large)
A missive from the sickbed (in which I experience my 3rd cold of the winter, can’t do a Food Waste Friday post, and have to miss a speaking engagement)
And to add to my list of flaws, I am sitting here crying from frustration and discouragement, which is clearly a symptom of me having skin that is too thin.
Please know that I’m not perfect, and I don’t want you to think that I am. I’m a sinner, a sinner who is saved by grace. I am an ordinary wife and mom, imperfectly seeking to help and encourage my readers and glorify God as I do so. Nothing more, nothing less.
Jesus is the only perfection there is, and I’m grateful that His performance is where my hope lies, and His grace is what will help me to press on and grow.
Simply to the cross I cling.