Lord, Poppa God, what would say to me:

If you were not imperfect, I could not use you.

If you were not imperfect, you would not let me use you.

If you were not imperfect, you would not know you need me.

If you were not imperfect, you could not have discovered how much I love you.

If you were not imperfect, we could not be together for all eternity.

Knowing and accepting your imperfections is the path out of bondage, the path to love, peace, and joy.

I do not love you less for being imperfect, I love you as you are.

You delight me, I rejoice over you as you are, every minute just as you are.

You alone fear your imperfections. Imperfection is not failure; it is only the evidence of your need for me.

In me is perfection – as I am perfect. You are made perfect in me, in your weaknesses. 

Rather than chastising yourself over your assumed imperfections chose to see them as places, as opportunities to know me better.

Come child, I love you. Poppa God