When I say that I’m a Christ-follower…
Don’t shy away
Because you think that I think I’m
Good
Better
Holier.

Don’t clam up, because you think you can’t share your brokenness.
I’m broken.
Don’t be silent about your messiness.
I’m messy.
Don’t pretend to be perfect, together.
I’m not. I’m imperfect. I’m never together.
If I look like I’ve got it all together…
Just talk to me for a few minutes.
I might say that I’m doing ok today…
I also might melt down and turn into a puddle.

I cling to Jesus because I know that without Him…
I’m not good enough.
Not strong enough.
Not together enough.
Not perfect enough.

And some days…I lose my grip.
I don’t cling hard enough.
But He does.
He clings.
He clings to this broken girl and He never lets go.
He. Never. Lets. Go.
He’ll cling to you, too.

When I decided to follow Him,
When I realized that I was a broken mess, that
I could never earn heaven…eternity…grace…forgiveness…
That I could never be good enough on my own…
When I admitted my sins and imperfections to Him
And accepted His sacrifice for me
His Life for mine…

He promised never to let go of me
Never to leave or forsake me.
He’s still faithful when I fail…
When I’m not faithful to Him.
He stays.
He’s the brightest Light on my darkest days,
My desperate days.

So when I tell you that I’m a Christ-follower…
Don’t cringe.
Know that it’s because I know that I’m
Broken
Messy
Imperfect
Not Enough
….Without Him.

Don’t be surprised if I trip some days.
If I struggle some days.
Know that I’m a messed up girl in need of righteousness
….righteousness that’s not my own.
I can’t.
He can.
He did.
He does.

So tell me your story.
Tell me the mess.
Tell me the broken.
If you want, I’ll tell you about mine.
I’ll tell you about the grace that
Wrecks me
Saves me
Carries me
Stays with me.

Don’t shy away, don’t clam up.
I’m a Christian because I’m a mess.
A mess in need of a Superhero to save me.
To fix me.
He’s Jesus, wonderful Jesus.
I lean on Jesus…
Learn from Jesus…
Try my best to look like Jesus…
Try my best to love like Jesus.

He knows my pain.
He sees my tears.
He sees the dark stuff in me…
The stuff you’ll never see.
And yet, He still loves me deeply.

Hey friend…
I won’t judge you.
I’ll love your messy.
And Jesus, He’ll love your messy too.