Housekeeper Without a Home

With head bowed, Missy thought for a few minutes.  She had to admit to herself that her friend was right.  Compassion was better than perfection. “But I love my family.  That’s why I want everything to be perfect for them,” she mumbled, not at all sure why she offered such a feeble excuse. 

Deepest Desire

When we let worldly desires drive us to satisfy our deepest desires for the moment at hand, we scatter our energy to the wind.  It could be compared to chasing after perfection in a fallen world which makes as much sense as trying to swat a gnat  when there’s a lion in the room ready to pounce.