I am not perfect. My life is messy.
As much as I try to control it, I can’t. I often start things I do not finish.
Sometimes I cry for no reason at all. I often get lonely feelings when surrounded by loved ones. I feel an ache in my soul for the lostness of this world and a paralyzing fear that I cannot help it’s state, it’s heart, it’s lost souls.
But that’s when I remember that it’s not up to me to do that. It’s up to my more powerful, more able, more loving God to do that. And that’s when I remember that it’s okay…
It’s okay that I am not perfect. It’s okay that my life is messy. It’s okay that I’m just me. And it’s okay sometimes to just be.
“Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us.” – Ephesians 3:20