Perhaps.

Perhaps I am not the most intellectually superior individual on earth. Perhaps my speech not the most eloquent. My college career was sparse at best. Perhaps my past has blemishes. My present, mistakes. My future, regrets. Perhaps I am of no repute. Or ill repute. Or good repute. Perhaps none of those things matter too much. Perhaps the Lord has given me a heart of gold. Perhaps he has given me enough love to move mountains in His name. Perhaps he has given me the mind to impact this world. Perhaps he has given me the desire. Perhaps I am exactly who He intended me to be at this exact moment. Perhaps His love in my heart is all that I need to do the work, whatever that may be. Perhaps the river of love is immeasurable. Not by length, or depth, or how many people's thirst it quenches or what gulf it eventually pours into. Perhaps the moving and winding and splashing is all that matters. At any pace, to any place, with any creature or thing afloat. Or soaking. Either which way.