My most cherished of books is anything written by Jan Karon… and I proudly own them all.  In the last book of her Mitford series, Light From Heaven, one of her main characters uses this description to describe the members of their beloved country chapel: 

Hungry & Imperfect.

Two small, potent words.  As I encounter this Monday, I wish to be just that.

Hungry & Imperfect.

Hungry.  Hungry for life and all of its offerings.  Hungry for things that are much larger than myself.  Hungry for the thrill of a fresh week, busy as it may be.

And…

Imperfect.  Taking twice as long to bake cookies, because my sweet little Sadie wants to measure and mix to her little heart’s content.  Sporting my oh-so-fashionable “makeover” from darling Anna, which will inevitably mean reapplying my makeup before going out later.  Delaying bedtime for dear Abigail ten minutes more so we can sing “Baby Bumblee” one last time.

Perfection.  Is.  Overrated.

As much as I depend on my routine to run things around here, I often crave the lack of it even more.

There may be tears (Apparently, 7-year-olds are not too young for girlfriend drama)…  and there may be questions (Okay, tell me again how your stuffed cat named Margaret is a… boy?)…  and there may be surprises (Exactly how did the heart-shaped cookie cutter end up in Daddy’s sock drawer?).

But it will be beautiful and it will be life meant to be lived.  So here’s to another week brimming with adventure, smiles, and challenges! 

The coffee is hot and my cup is full.

“I’m ready, God, so ready,
ready from head to toe.
Ready to sing,
ready to raise a God-song:
“Wake, soul! Wake, lute!
Wake up, you sleepyhead sun!”

Psalm 108:1-2 (The Message)