i used to be a perfectionist. i found that it came out in my hair. when i was a teenager it took me at least 30 minutes to comb my hair. it had to be perfect. even in the summer with our car not having air conditioning i wouldn't put the windows down because i was afraid it would mess up my hair. i made everybody riding with me miserable.
finally i realized that was a horrible way to live both for me and for others. in the matter of my hair i found that people like me even when it is messed up.
in our CHRIST relationship i have found a lot of people have been saved from bondage into bondage. but by grace i have been set free.
just a thought from the front porch..
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