I am a daughter of God, but in no way am I perfect

 

I am not a perfect daughter nor will I be a perfect bride.

 

I’m afraid to admit that the reflection I see might not even really be me.

 

But He loves me and He needs me.

 

He needs me to work in His name,

To be everything I can be and should be.

 

I am not perfect.

 

There have been nights when I drink too much or say too much.

 

There have been moments when I let temptation take me to darkness and have to crawl my way back to the light,

 

I am not perfect

 

I get angry at idiots who walk by and can’t seem to keep their tongues in their mouths and their eyes on the road ahead, I show them the bird and read a list of words and phrases I’d be ashamed to hear Him read back to me on judgement day,

 

I have my regrets and my fair share of burdens, but He takes them all from me.

 

He is perfect.