So, here’s a confession, as I sip my coffee frapp. I’m a perfectionist. Not in everything. But in enough things that it can really cause me to struggle sometimes. I was square in the middle of that struggle the last couple of days. Have you ever been there. Why do we do that to ourselves? Why do we hold ourselves…and others…to a standard higher than even God holds us to? I needed this reminder today to hold myself to a standard of grace, not perfection. Grace allows me those stumbles without condemnation. Perfection, well, it just beats me down. Grace. In all things, grace.