I think i've come to a realization in the past couple weeks.
Christians mess up. Why am I expected to be perfect? Im not.
When I mess up, God is there. Waiting. He knows whats going to happen before it even occurs, and most of the time after I mess up, I picture God, standing there with a machete in his hands ready to completley cut me in two. But its not like that. Sure, there are consequences for my mistakes, but I think God is more focused on how he can fix me and make a pure relationship with me rather than how he can punish me.
Summer is coming to an end and im getting that nervous feeling in my stomach.
The moment Ive been eagerly awaiting is almost here.
Am I ready?
