The Thickness of Logs

As I look around me, I see imperfection more clearly than I have ever before.
Obviously no one will ever be perfect, but it's a curious feeling of noticing it.

There is an odd struggle of wanting more for others and still being able to love them for who they are now.
I wonder if Jesus struggled with this, and how he was able to cope with it.

I gots a lot of giant logs blurring my eyesight right now...
I need someone, a Lumberjack of sorts, to break em down for me so they become specks.