you're not perfect. and that's okay.
you're not perfect. you're flawed. you're unworthy. you are messed up. but there's hope. you have a savior. someone who loves you. enough to die for you. can you think of anyone else who would do that for you? I can't. i'm flawed. i'm unworthy. I am not perfect. far from it. but I've learned to lean on a savior who is. he loves me. little, flawed, unworthy, me. because I am his. I am the daughter of a king who is not moved by the world. I do not fear for I am his. he holds the stars. yet, he holds my heart. my fragile, broke, shallow, heart. the one that has been crushed so many times by relationships. people. words. actions. but guess what. Jesus fixes it. he sews it back up. every rip, tear, and hole. he is faithful to heal it. he made it. why wouldn't he be able to heal it? trust him. so my love, its okay to not be perfect. its okay to mess up. to fall down.