I am a mess and still continue to be a mess. No matter how hard I try to be better, a thought, or a judgment pops into my head and I have to start
all
over
again.
Will there ever be a time when I am who I want to be?
When I have reached all goals, and attained all of the character God wants from me?
When I look at everyone with the eyes of Jesus and not my own?
When I love unconditionally, live graciously and forgive easily?
I suppose that time will come one day.
That day is the day I see Jesus face to face.
A wife. a mother. A pastor's wife. Above all, a Christ follower.
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