We all stumble in many ways. (James 3:2.)
I am not enamored of perfection.
For me the off-centered, the imprecise, the slightly askew.
This is where people are found: among the stumbles, the trips and falls, the toe stubs and heel slips, the missed opportunities.
This is how life is lived, in the toe stubbing, heel slipping, stumbling trip and fall spaces that open up before you every day, the spaces where people give life a shot anyway. That’s where people live.
I am enamored of such people.
I am enamored of people who are off-centered, imprecise and slightly askew.
Which is everyone.
We slightly askew.
I am enamored of you.