Here’s the thing. I’m really weak and can be extremely emotional. I lose my temper and say words I don’t mean. Often times I spend way too much time critiquing details of my life that don’t even matter and focusing way too much on myself. Some days I eat healthy, sometimes I indulge in funfetti cake. I watch Chad from the Bachelorette’s snap-chat stories and think they’re way funnier than they probably actually are. I enjoy the smell of basements and wearing Walmart pajamas. I justify laziness and push things off until tomorrow. I can be obnoxiously silly and take it too far. Sometimes I’ll say words to those I love that make them hurt in a twisted effort to make myself feel better.
I’m broken. I’m incredibly screwed up. I forget who I am, but more importantly… who’s I am. Jesus picks me up in my mess and shows me real love…. Love that is physically impossible between any two human beings. Patience that surpasses all understanding. In every moment of my weakness, He shows me how much I need Him and how there is nothing satisfying outside of Him. I hate who I am without Jesus and I’m really thankful that’s not who I have to be.
This was written by my granddaughter, just turned 21, and is reprinted with permission. Thank you, Baker, for showing us who you are.