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.

Psalm 46:1-3

God is our refuge and strength,
    an ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
    and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam
    and the mountains quake with their surging



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