(the random ramblings of a thankful heart – and just thought of this – there is only an apostrophe that differentiates “I’m perfect” from “Imperfect” – God has claim to the first, I have claim to the second :-))
I am in love with a God who lets me be honest with my questions. Who lets me cry when I don’t understand. Who is patient when I’m slow to catch on. Who helps me get back up when I trip and fall on my face.
I love that He knows my heart better than I do and believes in me more than I believe in myself. I love that He reminds me of His never changing promises when I seem to forget how to trust them. I love that when I get it all wrong, He can make it all right again.
When my heart can’t sing, He knows its silent cry. When my heart does sing, He sings along with me. When I’m too tired for the path ahead, He gives me rest and offers to carry me. And when I have too much energy and try to run ahead on that path, He gently takes my hand and pulls me back to His side.
I have a God who is my Father, my Friend, my Hero, the Lover of my soul. He gives me love and hope and encouragement and direction and kindness and forgiveness. He is my Light, my Life, my Everything.
When things in my world or my life or my head don’t make sense to me, He shows me my purpose. When I am just another face in the crowd, He reminds me of my name written on His hand. When I would rather go my own way than ask for His thoughts, He patiently tells me that His ways are good and that He knows what He’s doing.
I am in love with a perfect God who is in love with an imperfect me…..and in that my soul can rest…
