I sweep floors to sweep out ashes from the incinerator of my shortcomings. I have shortcomings so I fall short of pride. I gain pride from sweeping up my shortcomings but the ashes leave permanent black soot stains wherever I sweep. To further burn the ashes of my shortcomings by sweeping floors I hope to turn soot to dust. One day all the charcoal will be burned from ash and my shortcomings will not follow me wherever I go. One day I will not have to sweep up my shortcomings and they will be kept in a safe place.
The Ashes of My Life
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Francis Erich McElroy 
maybe it’s not about seeing our shortcomings as flaws but as strengths. How boring life would be if we were all perfect. Maybe we should be more accepting, patient, and loving.
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I couldn’t have said it better myself 😊
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