I hate that I need to work on me.
I hate that I’m not perfect, that the “work” will never be done.
I hate that I can’t appreciate the gifts I have been given at every moment.
I hate that I am broken.
I love that can say “I hate that I am broken.”
I love that God can work through that brokenness.
I love that though I’m undeserving, God bestows upon me gifts in my life.
I love that I have permission to not be perfect.
I love that I have the opportunity to work on me.
God is our refuge and strength,
an ever-present help in trouble.
2 Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
3 though its waters roar and foam
and the mountains quake with their surging