Monday night the phrase "evangelical perfection" gave me pause. Can I really promise to "continue to strive for evangelical perfection" for the next three years? I mean, it sounds so hoity toity, at the same time, COMPLETELY IMPOSSIBLE.
Then my sweet husband came home from work and straightened me out.
"Are we really going to give up on trying to get better? I mean, are we ever going to go back to thinking that we were fine and be content with keeping our spiritual life on a straight plane."
So I'm back in.