Did I mention I screw everything up? Well, not everything, but some stuff. Maybe a lot of stuff. I don’t mean to, it just…happens. Like the harder I try, the more likely I am to fulfill the very thing I set out not to do.

When I was a kid, one of my teachers nicknamed me “Grace” – not because I’m graceful, but the opposite. I’m a total klutz and always have been. I’m a willing vessel, genuine (WYSIWYG with me), but I’m a slave to my own ineptness.

I don’t really understand myself in this way, because I desire to do what’s right and good (I really do), yet sometimes (a lot of times?) I can’t seem to do it.

So then, what can be done? If I can’t reach perfection or even goodness no matter how hard I try, what is the solution?

The answer is…grace.