myfaithisnotdead.

I don’t see me the way You see me

Thank you God that I am no longer a broken, unaccepted, lost, zombie. Thank you that You actually call me complete, accepted, and alive. God, every day I let you down, I mess up, I sin. Each time, I say sorry, and I “repent”. It doesn’t feel like: “the battle is already won”, it feels more like: “lather, rinse, repeat.” I keep “repenting”, but also keep “repeating”. It seems like a never ending cycle.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m so thankful that you see me differently from how I see myself. Because right now I need that encouragement. I just need to know that you will keep me, and that you’ll never leave me, that you’ll never let me go for the mistakes that I make.