Beautiful Flaws

Throughout my life I've always been a people pleaser.

I will literally do anything and everything I can to keep people happy, even if it doesn't directly impact me. I just want to see people happy. And I want everyone to like me. 

But that's not possible. 

I'm human.

I make mistakes.

I can't make everyone happy.

I'm not perfect.

There's this quote I found on tumblr or something and it says "to be human is to be beautifully flawed" and it just really inspires me. 

We don't have to be perfect. We're just people. Other people shouldn't dictate our thoughts or feeling or anything else about ourselves. 

If we are truly living for Christ, the only one we should be trying to please is him. And the best part about that is that he is a forgiving and merciful God. We can mess up. He knows we will mess up, but he loves us anyway. 

He loves our flawed hearts and he forgives us when we screw things up. 

He forgives us when we're not perfect. (Because, let's face it, we're never perfect and we're never going to be perfect).

Galatians 1:10 says: 

Am I now trying to win the approval of men, or of God? Or am I trying to please men? If I were still trying to please me, I would not be a servant of Christ. 

We need to stop trying to win over other people. They're just people...as imperfect and flawed as we are. They don't have power over us.

Try to truly live for Christ. Live to please him; live to serve him; live to win his approval. He knows your heart and your motives and your mistakes. He loves you anyways. 

I think that's pretty amazing. As much as I mess up and as much as I sin against him, he still loves me. He still wants me. He still forgives me. 

And that's amazing grace. 

 

 

Move

Just thought that I'd share a poem that I wrote recently.

I try to find my way through the labyrinth of thoughts.

It's hard for me to keep trying sometimes.

I want to be alive.

To live.

To love.

To breathe.

But sometimes the air just won't fill my lungs properly and I want to hide.

I want to collapse in on myself and find a way to just survive.

And sometimes love isn't in my heart and I just want to understand.

I want to see people for who they are; for their mindless doings.

And sometimes I just don't want to live in this broken world with my broken soul.

I want to move.

Move

Move

Move

But then I remember what was done for me on the cross,

And the blood that was shed to save me from myself.

My broken, hopeless, sinful self.

My tired, lonely, worthless self.

And it reminds me that even though I'm broken, God makes me whole.

Even though I'm hopeless, God gives me hope.

Even though I'm sinful, God's grace abounds.

Even though I'm tired, God gives me rest.

Even though I'm lonely, God is my friend.

And even when I feel worthless, God is there to remind me that I'm worth everything to him.

Because of what was done for me on that cross.

Because of love.