"Everyone has their downfalls. It's our choice if we want to highlight them or embrace them."

I'm choosing...
I'm choosing to embrace the journey, not just the destination.
I'm learning that life is not a sprint. It's a marathon.
I'm choosing to let myself be weak, even if it means persecution from judgemental Christians who long to be weak but can't because of what others will say or think
I'm learning to only care about One Man's opinion because in the End, His opinion is the only One that will stand.
I'm choosing grace.
I'm learning how to be a daughter, and to allow my Daddy to love me as I am at this moment.
I'm learning my past mistakes in seeing others as less than me and
I'm choosing to love, the kind of love that sees others better than myself.
I'm learning that IM NOT PERFECT and there's something SO freeing in relying on Him for strength instead of my own.
Because I will fail
I will not meet your greatest expectations
I do need prayer, but so do you
And whole you're praying for me, pray more for the homeless, the widows, the orphans, the addicts, the prodigals, the outcast, the marginalized, the prostitute, the sex slave, and so many more people who we, as the Body, neglect daily in search of our own righteous indignation. I heard someone say the other day that "not all christians are called to those kinds of people". What then are those Christians called to? I run to this false statement so many times a day, running from the aching inside of me to help fix a broken world, and run straight into the arms of complacent and pride, turning my eyes from the one in need to feed my own soul with more programs and services. In the end, Jesus will not congratulate us on how great of a turn out was at our service, or how perfect we were or even tried to be. He will say,"Well done good and faithful servant. When I was naked, you clothed Me. When I was thirsty, you gave Me a drink. When I was hungry, you fed Me. When I was sick, you visited Me."

Because everything we do for the least of these, the "lesser" of man kind, the ones I so quickly walk by in hopes that my conscience won't scream too loudly at me to DO SOMETHING, we do it for Him. For the One who saw us naked and ashamed, dirty and smelly, unrighteous and unworthy of His love, and He washed us with His blood and clothes us with HIS righteousness and glory, adopted us as His very own and called Himself our Daddy. We do it for Him because that's what He did for us.

I'm going back to the real gospel. Not the one that eases the conscience with yet another service where religious leaders will say well done. You showed up. I'd rather be on the streets with the broken than in a service. I need more of Your heart, Jesus, to love the world to restoration through You, to You. I need this kind of radical love that shakes the world and turns it upside down.

Shake me. Turn me upside down.