Dear Jesus...from imperfect

Dear Jesus,

Hey, thanks for the great day. Sunny with the promise of a fresh start and fresh starts are important ya know. Yesterday was a wreck and pretty much the day before that. I don't think I'll ever quit believing in you, but right now I feel like I have more reason to believe in satan than you. If apathy is in his aresenal...then consider it his greatest weapon against me. Could I be more apathetic?

I want to do great things. I do. Really. Write a book, start a movement...just meet my neighbors...smile more than I frown. I'd just take that. Just when I feel the edges of my lips curling upwards the bombardment begins. What if I fail...what if they knew...bad habits...bad thoughts...nevermind. Just stay below radar...don't draw attention...don't face the faults...who did I think I was.

Jesus remind me you love me despite my faults. Remind me that I'm normal. Tell me life is more than just getting through this day. Maybe the greatest miracle would be to not consider myself not good eneough for your plan.

David was an adulterer, Paul killed your followers, Thomas doubted, Peter whacked a guys ear off, Moses ran away...do all of your followers doubt themselves...do we all look at the storm around us instead of at you? Is it possible I'm in good company?

Thanks for reminding me I can be loved and happy not despite my imperfections, but because of them. I'm not above or beyond or below your grace.

Thank you,

imperfect