I’m not perfect.
But I love Jesus.
I make mistakes. Big ones.
But I love Jesus.
I fall down. I get back up. I love Jesus.
I have a colored past.
But I love Jesus.
I’ve done horrible things. Unmentionable things, before.
But I love Jesus.
I don’t always feel like I deserve to be forgiven, but I am.
I love Jesus.
People who don’t know me will draw their own conclusions. That’s fine.
I still love Jesus.
You can’t break me.
I love Jesus.
I’ll come out stronger. His word says so.
I. Love. Jesus.
I’m the least of these.
Jesus still loves me.
I cry. I get hurt. I get anxious, worried, and fearful sometimes.
But I love Jesus.
My faith wavers. I doubt.
Then I love Jesus.
I don’t always have a smile.
I have regret.
I make poor decisions.
I try, but I don’t always succeed. Go figure.
But I love Jesus.
They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Such a cliché. Yet so true.
Some people say, “God must think I can handle a lot!”
I’ve thought that, but it isn’t true. I can’t handle a thing!
But I love Jesus.
And He can.
I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength. And oh boy, do I need it.
I am weak.
He is strong.
I fall.
He picks me up.
You can’t break me. Or maybe you can.
It’s ok though. I love Jesus.
He fixes my broken places.
I’m not perfect. Never have been. Never claim to be.
But I love Jesus.
And hopefully that shows.
