The Lines on the Page…
“Why am I a perfectionist?” my seven year old son cried. He had been doing some drawing, and like many kids he was well aware that the lines on the page in front of him were not as brilliant as what he could see with his mind’s eye. We explained to our son that we are all made with an imprint of God in us. We taught him that all of us have a deep place in us that is like God and made to know God as He is. It is a place that recognizes...
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