A girl needs her rest.
With all those “failures” though, I AM doing the best that I can. That’s a freeing phrase to me. It’s not a cop out, it’s not an excuse to be lazy or not work hard at everything I do. It’s me realizing that I can only do so much, and often what I think is important, really isn’t. And sometimes things just don’t go according to plan.
You can still be doing your best, even if it seems like a mess.
Choose the things that matter, and decide what you want your life to shout out to those around you. Then, go after those things with all of your heart. That is your best.
Even if our efforts don’t look perfect we do the best we can, with what we have been given. We trust that when we are faithful, we will be given more.
I’m doing the best that I can, and I’ve been given good things to work with.
It’s going to be ok.
I might not have a perfect garden this year, but I’m counting on some amazing time with my family and friends sitting on the deck amidst the weeds.
My meals will never be gourmet, but my plan is that we will still gather around the table every night and eat something.
I’ll never be a supermodel, but I’m going to try to eat healthy and cook my vegetables before they rot. (Especially if that tank top never shows up…)
I might have a donut for dinner again, but it will be because I am in the middle of some wonderful excitement or conversation with a friend.
I won’t handle every situation perfectly, but I will strive to show love, kindness and compassion in all that I do – to all that I meet. That seems like my best.
My best comes from living out of my best places.
In the best way that I know how, even when it doesn’t look how I thought it would.
I’m doing the best that I can.
My best is enough.
