I am stitching the tapestry of life so that I may present it to God. In my imperfect stitches is where I am able to have my faith for God and my most perfect moments. Within imperfections I am perfect.

This was what I got out of the talk last night. It is quite a paradox and metaphor. I only part way understand it. Mostly what I do get is that I don't have to be perfect. That is something that I have been trying to achieve all my life, but that is just the opposite of what I am. I use perfection as a tool of self abuse rather than just accepting my self for exactly as is. After hearing the woman last night, it made it easier to just be okay with myself. That always happens when I come away from talks. It's the allowance of that same feeling during the day and on a daily basis that is hard. I am told that acceptance of self becomes easier the longer time stretches on into more time. I hope so.