insights from a daughter of the King, teacher, farmer's wife, and Mommy



As I sat with Owen tonight and colored, I see his character traits becoming more evident.  He refused to color because "I keep messing up, I keep getting out of the lines, I can't do it right, --- you do it."  He expects perfection from his 5 year old hands.  And I say -- I think its beautiful, I think your doing great -- it's perfect!  But to him it is less than perfect.  And if mommy can do it better, I will let her do it.

my mind turns - how can i fix this, what can i say, what if he's like this forever, how will he ever get through school........

perfect only comes from God

then I feel that turn in the back of my mind that makes me shiver

I do this too.  I do not always work for God's kingdom, I don't always witness when I should, I don't always give my testimony when I need to, I don't pray like I should -- I am less than perfect.  And so and so from down the road is so much better at witnessing,  I should tell them to talk to this person.  I should let other people who are better at God's work do the work because "I keep messing up, I keep getting out of the lines, I can't do it right, --- you do it."

"Make every effort to enter through the narrow door, because many, I tell you, will try to enter and will not be able to." Luke 13:24

"As long as it is day, we must do the work of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work."  John 9:4

Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.  
Matthew 5:48


  1. i love this piece karrie. what a great reminder of who we are called to be in christ.

  2. What a challenge! Great fingerprint!

  3. Great analogy. This has been my lifelong struggle: to realize even if I'm not perfect, that doesn't mean I should give up and not try at all. God is able to bless my weak efforts and use them for His good. And the more we practice our coloring, the better we become!

  4. Karrie,
    Yes, there is so much freedom in coloring outside the lines. Unfortunately, I don't live that way. . .I strive for the kind of perfection I'm unable to attain.

  5. A struggling less than perfect gal, that is me. I am so glad He loves me and I can proceed in Him!


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