bought at a price
2 years ago
I’m tiny, small, petty, jealous, mean, harsh, scared, frightened, and imperfect in so many more ways. I guess the beauty of living for Christ is that because He was perfect, my imperfections no longer matter. Can I really be loved unconditionally…never be alone or abandoned…redeemed…forgiven? Mindblowing, but yes. Jesus is the only one that I could live for.
