I took this selfie about a minute ago.
Just woke up after a week of nights at work. I’m still a little groggy, and I have more bags than a Samsonite store. That’s ok.
I’m a few short days away from 50 and I’m not at my best. Certainly not the person I could or should be. That’s ok, too.
Want to know why?
Because the maker of heaven and earth loves me that way, wrinkles, bags, imperfections, doubts, fears and all.
He loves me as I am, and not as I should be.
It’s the same for you, or it can be.
He doesn’t say come to me with your act together. He doesn’t say come to me without wrinkles and bags.
He doesn’t say come healthy, without addiction and free of sin.
He just says come to me.
It sounds pretty specific to me. Won’t you just drop every heavy thing and come?
A Work in Progress 