Imperfection

I am not perfect.

There are days when I feel unworthy, as if I am not enough.

I stumble and make mistakes, losing my footing on the path of life.

There are moments when my heart feels hollow, drained of all hope.

Sometimes, I feel defeated even before the day begins.

I am not perfect.

There are times when I struggle with contentment, longing for what I do not have.

Sadness and pain often find their way into my heart.

Stress weighs me down, and depression clouds my mind.

In moments of frustration, I find myself angry at life itself.

I am not perfect.

I am quick to anger, letting my emotions take control.

I judge hastily, failing to extend the grace I’ve been given.

Gratitude often escapes me, leaving me restless and dissatisfied.

Complaints pour from my lips, though I have so much to be thankful for.

I am not perfect.

But God, in His mercy, calls me to come just as I am (Matthew 11:28-30).

He whispers to my heart that His love is unwavering, no matter my flaws (Romans 8:38-39).

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit (Psalm 34:18).

He promises to refine me, shaping me into the image of His Son (Philippians 1:6).

Though I am not perfect, I am not abandoned.

God’s grace is sufficient for me, for His power is made perfect in weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9).

In His hands, my imperfections become a testimony of His glory.

He is making me new, day by day, until the work is complete.