It’s the words that spew forth. The anger that boils. And the taunt that soon follows.
Not good enough.
Because I am seeking daily; sometimes moment by moment. Learning to be different but often falling back into that which feels natural to the flesh.
I know I’m being watched. Being judged. Because I’m a believer and that translates into others often thinking that I am to be perfect. No room for error. No stumbling.
Or that I somehow think I am perfect or better than others. But I’m not. And I know it down to my core.
The one who searches my heart and chases after my soul has found me. And I have found Him.I follow behind, tripping along, but following nonetheless.
Because I want the salvation He offers.
The relentless hope-filled love.
The kind that I can’t give but fully receive.
And sometimes that is all I can do. Lay at His feet and bask in the glow that I don’t deserve.