I never understood You when I was younger. I got confused, lost along the way of life. Broken, beaten down, I was so so tired. At 15, I started to really hear about You. The carpenter in Nazareth, all those years ago. Did You really love me enough to die, defeat death and rise again 3 days later? How could someone so awesome love someone so broken like me? Slowly as the snail moves, You moved my heart towards You. At 17 years old, I knew I couldn't live without declaring my belief in You. I couldn't face that anymore. I knew that all along, You carried me through everything. The Nazarene carpenter cares for me, loves me as His own and simply wants my whole heart. I gladly give it to you, my King.
You're more than a carpenter
You saved me with your love
You're not just a Nazarene man
You're the Son of God
You are everything I need. Thank you
I love you
Love, the simple Barbie doll
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Confessions of a Christian Perfectionist
RandomA collection of ideas, feelings and thoughts from a Christian who struggles with life. And perfectionism. This is a real take on my life, welcome to it.
