The Trouble with Me

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.

My Thanks to You

You inspire art in me
Brighter than the brightest sea
Whatever happens, good or bad
My thanks to you
Eternally
Crosshatch Gold
-Written September 30, 2012
when I found a silver lining

The Truth Is

What can I say? That you’re smarter than me? Braver? Stronger?

The truth is, you are. You’re all of these things, and I’m just…not. I’m certainly no match for your intellect. But my heart is sincere, and there is no guile in my motives. That’s also the truth.

Sorry if I’m a little rough around the edges. There’s so much I need to explain, and I’m trying to figure out how. Polish_20200524_163150699.jpg

Let Love

If I spoke in many languages but did not have love, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. If I could see into the future and fathom all mysteries and knowledge with great wisdom but didn’t have love, I would be nothing. If I gave all I possessed to the poor and even sacrificed myself as a martyr, I could boast about it–but if I didn’t do it for the sake of love (for the love of others, rather than for myself), I would have gained nothing.

When I was a child, I talked and thought and reasoned like a child. When I grew up, I put away childish thing. Right now, we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror; but someday we will see with perfect clarity. Right now, I know in part; but someday, I shall know fully, even as I am known fully.

Art Studio

Only three things will last forever: faith, hope, and love, and the greatest of these is love. Let love be your highest goal. – St. Paul

Whatever You Think

I’m such a mess
Can you believe it?
It’s true
You might not have known that
Or, maybe you knew

Maybe you figured it out
Right away
Perhaps that’s the reason
You saw me that way
Not an A, but a C
A C-minus at that
I suppose you were right
I suppose I am

I suppose I’m barely
A seven or eight
I might just agree
I’m not that great

But my heart is earnest
My motives are true
Whatever you think of me
I’m always for you

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