Imperfection, knitting, and doing the wash with God

Imperfection, knitting, and doing the wash with God

Imperfection and I have had a rocky relationship. For years, I pretended she didn’t even exist. When she showed up unexpectedly, I dressed her up in different clothes and tried to pass her off as someone else. I recognized, eventually, that she was actually a roommate...
Yes.  Yes with my whole heart.

Yes.  Yes with my whole heart.

Yes to the puppy, the walks, the cuddles, and the joy of our kids delighting in her. Yes. I’m trying to say yes more often these days, with more reckless abandon.  It is a dangerous word.  Yes tempts me, commits me, holds me.  It binds me.  And it is the only word...