I’m not perfect. I mess up approximately 400 times a day…at a minimum.
The difference between me and most people is that I’ve chosen to put our lives out there for others to see and scrutinize (because we feel this blog is a ministry). Sometimes that leaves me open and vulnerable to criticism – some helpful, some not.
People feel openly free to let me know where I’m lacking and what I’ve said wrong to offend them.
But guess what? I already know that. Because I’m not perfect. I never will be.
I say words that offend people like “piddly” and “heebie jeebies.”
I yell at my kids.
I fight with my husband.
Sometimes nasty words come out of my mouth.
I say mean things about friends that I shouldn’t say.
I’m judgmental on days that end in Y.
I offend people by telling them that debt is dumb.
I have a bad attitude on occasion.
I’ve got a stinking fiery temper.
My dad says I’d argue with a fence-post.
Sometimes, I’m rude.
Do you know what all that means? It means one thing, plain and simple.
I need Jesus. Thanks be unto God, He knows I’m not perfect and he loves me anyway.