I am not who I was. Its so hard to escape that. So hard to break free of the me people have known me as and believe me to still be. I am not who I once was. God is so much more loving and powerful than that.

I will continue to grow. I will continually to be proven fully in need of Christ. Nothing without Him.

My mistakes… oh, how they threaten to define me. My wounds, cut so deep, that are still so raw, God will make those scars beautiful.

Who am I? What does Jesus think of me? THAT is what matters. Not what others think of me. Not what I think of me. But who JESUS says I am.

So, Jesus, continue to reveal Your love to me. I want to know nothing but that of Your praises and this big love You have for us broken souls, for Your treasure.