Far From Perfect
I did not create the path I am walking, though I do choose to walk it. It doesn't look much like a path I would make. I want to present anything I have to say in its most finished and perfected form. (That way there is no more argument. There is no more pain from fault, error, or disagreement. There is no mess or pain from tripping or slipping or bumping or falling. No weakness.) But the reality is I am far from perfect. My name is more and more a mockery to me; "Tammy" means perfection in some renderings. So how do I let go of ME ? I am coming to believe I must follow The Way, one step at a time. Away from what I was before and into what He IS . I can't really safely know Him beforehand. W riting is in me. I know it is - but I am new. I don't know my own "voice" and I don't know my "filter" and I don't know a lot . Including all the rules . What I do know is that I am in pain. And I, so far, have refused to anesthe