I started this post trying to be all poetic. Who am I kidding? I’m not a poet…
But I am a kinda strange girl who was hit with how amazing the God she serves is…
For real. He is so strong and I am so not. I slap Him in the face and He’s like, “not cool. but I still love you. like for real.” then I’m like “oh. my bad. sorry, yeah that wasn’t cool” then we’re cool for a bit, and I’m like WHAM!!! right in the kisser, God. and He’s like “okay. still not cool. but i still love you more than you know. like for real.”
WHY DON’T I GET IT???????
Jesus is worth far more than anything I could ever own or possess, He loves me when I feel unlovable, He comforts me when I mourn, He calms me when I am afraid, He understands me when I don’t understand myself. He knows the depths of my heart that I am terrified to actually enter in and face, but I press my ear to the door and fear what I hear and back away. He goes there. And He takes me with Him. And He makes me face it. And I breakdown. And He can handle it.
My name is Kerrie, and I have issues. But I still love Jesus…and He loves me too.
