I feel like I'm almost a good musician; almost a good writer; almost a good citizen; almost a good neighbor; almost a good son; almost a good husband; almost a good dad... I feel like I've almost been a person my whole life. (As if perfection would make us perfect here... whole, complete.) How can I believe that God is pleased with any of my almosts? (He is perfect and demands perfection.) The Father sees me as perfect - because I am perfect - because of His sacrifice to make me perfect. But I keep trying because I so want to be the thing here that He decrees I am, thinks I am, sees I am, and treats me as I am. (If I could only do that for myself and for others...)