Father, I’m sorry, because I’m not perfect.
And I know that’s what you ask of me. I’m trying to be but I’m obviously doing it imperfectly.
But the perfection I’m seeking isn’t something I can gain immediately. The perfection that I’m reaching for is not a finish line but it’s a journey.
But... What about when I make the same mistake repeatedly? What does that speak of me? “The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak”
And I’ll ask that you forgive me. For the big and the small things adding up to my day, or my week, of imperfectly trying, and sometimes failing. And it’s been said that in failure, there doesn’t need to be any finality. You organized a way for me and my family to grow and improve and be clean for eternity.