I am a Christian, not a Saint.
I have a prayer life, I try and seek God… I try and search his words before I make any move, but there are times when my flesh takes over and I do things my way… often to my own destruction.
I love my children , I would do anything for them, anything to protect them… but I do raise my voice at them, I do grow frustrated and I do yell… I am more patient today than I have ever been, but I still lack.
I love my husband, I cherish him and respect him like no one else… but he does get on my nerves at times.
I love when my house is clean and fresh smelling… but with a husband, four children, and a full time job, more times than not… that isn’t what it looks and smells like.
I have courage, as a daughter of the one true King I like to be able to say I know my worth… but there are times when the enemy will use people to get to me, to break my confidence, to wear me down.
I try my best to love everyone with a Christ-like love, but there are times when people push just a little too hard and it makes it very difficult.
I know that my body is my temple… but it’s still flesh and bone, I do not exercise as often as I would like, and I do indulge in Caffeine and junk food.
I still get jealous, not as much as I used to, but I still do just the same.
I am human. I am a woman of God. I am not without fault. I am not perfect. I am a work in progress.
being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. Philippians 1:6