Back to the 1st Grade

Let's start out with a shoutout: Happy Birthday Brother - another year of age is upon you!

Now, to the blog-ness:

Life lessons can often be found in the simplest of places, like a kindergarten classroom. One that comes to mind is "everyone makes mistakes", a popular favorite for your guilt-ridden child who just broke a window and is seeking forgiveness through groveling or a rushing flow of kiddie tears. Either way, it applies to everyone, and it's funny how.

I made a mistake today (yes, even "perfection" is not so perfect. Ok, I know you're rolling your eyes, I would be too). Anyway, I made a mistake, and said I was sorry, and the offended, well, victim, umm, each word I use here sounds terrible, so let's just say that the other person said it was fine, I didn't know, the usual. But gee, I still do feel awfully bad about it.

I have a terrible nature of feeling bad about something I did, said, or even didn't do. By digging into the recesses of my memory, I can still pick out classic l.k blunders. It's amazing how one can remember the worst moments in this adventure of life and feel a trickle of sadness and embarrassment arises. I know everyone makes mistakes, but it's hard to let them go.

Maybe there is this nature to perfection that is stressed in culture that we really miss the point that perfection isn't in the design. If perfection were in the design plan, there wouldn't be burnt toast, missed shots, and terrific meals at home.

Actually, the meals at home are good. But how can you miss a shot at someone else's cooking? It was wide open. I had to take it.

I have no problem whatsoever forgetting wrongs done to me. It's hard to remember what I wore yesterday, even today when I'm wearing it, so what is the likely hood of me remembering so many "wrongs" or mistakes?

No doubt, some words stick with you. It's hard to let go of the moments when people make innuendos not to get chubby over the holidays or when words are spoken without thought that stab the heart and slice it in half.

But all in all, there is faith in a healer. And that healer is like none other. He was perfection, He heals - it's like neosporin for your heart. Apply and see.

Apply and see.