She’s a confident woman whose head is held high, yet her nose is not stuck up in the air. Her hair is perfectly coiffed. She had an ideal figure and fantastic fashion sense. Her posture is pristine. Each step she takes makes her seem as though she’s gliding on air. Her skin is flawless. Her beauty seems so exquisite only because her personality is humble and loving. Compassionate, kind and inviting. She’s warm. And there’s much more…
That is not me. Not. Me!
However, it kinda sounds a bit like the Sabrina of my dreams.
Being graceful isn’t easy. Re-learning to ride a two-wheeler bike seems like a piece of cake compared to being graceful.
Life is full of bumps and bruises. There’s the endless cycle of falling and getting up, falling and getting up. Some of the bumps are things outside my own controllable circumstances. Admittedly, a few of the bumps are things that, with purposeful ignorance, I had swept aside. They were pushed under the rug.
There’s nothing graceful about tripping up on a lumpy rug.
What I love most about my ideal image is that it’s a possibility. See, the thing about the Dream Sabrina?
It’s the love of Christ that fills her with grace.
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