01/11/2026
I’m not perfect — I’m forgiven.
And that truth gives me peace.
I’ve made mistakes. I’ve fallen short. I’ve said things I wish I could take back and carried seasons I didn’t understand at the time. But I’m learning that perfection was never the goal — grace was.
Being forgiven doesn’t mean I ignore my flaws; it means I don’t let them define me. It means I take responsibility, learn the lesson, and keep moving forward with humility and gratitude. It means choosing growth over guilt and faith over fear.
I don’t wake up every day having it all together. Some days I’m strong. Some days I’m still healing. But every day I’m covered by mercy that’s new each morning. That’s what gives me confidence — not in myself, but in the One who sees my heart and still calls me worthy.
I’m not striving to be flawless. I’m striving to be faithful. To love better. To show up honestly. To extend the same grace to others that’s been so freely given to me.
So no, I’m not perfect.
But I am forgiven — and that changes everything. ✨🙏
