Draft

There is something uncomfortable about the word draft to me. I guess it’s the unfinished- ness of it. It’s a word that means this work is in progress. But in a world that values productivity and things complete, a draft is not quite enough and I start to feel that I am not enough. I am just like a draft never quite complete. I am a work in progress and God never ever despises that. He welcomes me as I am and sees my small growth as big gain. He gracefully takes the messy, imperfect rough draft of me- and writes ‘beloved’ in bright red pen all over the top. He turns my ashes into beauty and makes much out of me. So I will welcome my imperfections and unfinished places. He is the one who makes me complete.