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.