I am human.
I am not perfect.
Hard to believe, I know.
Sometimes I mess up lyrics on Sundays. Sometimes I sing the wrong part of the song and mess up the band.
I love people. I love my band. I adore the people in my church.
Sometimes I fail to show that love appropriately.
But guess what?
Jesus is still working on me. He’s not finished yet. It will likely take Him a while.
Afterall, I’m not the easiest person to “fix”. He’s got His work cut out for Him.
Thankfully, He still loves me. As a matter of fact, He thinks a great deal of me. So much so that He died for me.
Maybe I should think of myself the way He does…as one worthy of love, joy, and peace.
He is so good. He literally makes my heart smile.
I have experienced His goodness in the darkest of nights, His peace when my heart was in chaos.
I did nothing to deserve this. It’s grace. I cannot comprehend it.
I just know I’m thankful.
Thankful for my Savior, my Friend, my Daddy.
Nope, He’s not done with me yet. And as long as He’s working on me, I get to hang out with Him.
I’m ok with that.