I’m a Christian, but sometimes I don’t act like it.
I’m a Christian, but sometimes I don’t feel very Christian.
Sometimes I don’t love people.
Sometimes I don’t care.
Sometimes I even hate people.
I’m not proud of it.
I wish I could be the Christian that everyone else seems to be.
Always happy, always perfect, always #blessed.
I’m a Christian, but my life isn’t like that.
Sometimes I don’t act like Jesus.
Sometimes I don’t want to follow Him.
Sometimes I don’t even love Jesus.
I love myself more, most days.
Some days, I openly disobey. I go my own way.
And I don’t even care.
I’m a Christian, but sometimes I chase the world.
I chase it relentlessly.
Because I want it.
Fame. Money. Happiness.
Being a Christian is hard.
It’s impossible in this day in age to have a definite opinion about anything.
But if you’re a Christian, you have to.
You have to disagree with people.
You get accused of telling people they’re going to Hell.
You get accused of saying you’re perfect and special.
You get accused of being a hypocrite.
Why do we get accused of these things?
Because sometimes, these things are true.
We can’t help it.
We’re. Not. Perfect.
I’m a Christian, but I’m. Not. Perfect.
I’m selfish. I’m broken. I’m filled with negativity.
I’m a Christian, but I’ll be the first to tell you that
I need grace even when I don’t think I need it.
I need it every second of my small, selfish existence.
I’m a Christian, and I need Grace. We all do.
The earth groans for grace,
and she doesn’t even realize it.
I’m a Christian, and it makes me different,
but it doesn’t make me better.
It doesn’t make me more loved or cherished.
God so loved the world
that He gave
I’m a Christian, but I’m not perfect.
I’m not perfect, but I’m loved.