I’m in the Witness Protection Program a Witness

Not to a crime, mind you. As a Christian, people look to me and expect me to act like one. Meaning, no swearing, kids that behave all the time, having a perfect and Godly marriage, basically being as near perfect as humanly possible. Well, I guess the key word in that phrase is humanly. As humans, we certainly do fall short of the glory of God. Nobody is perfect- only Jesus. And boy did He leave some big shoes to fill.

I may not express my love for Christ in every post, but please know I do certainly rely on Him to get me through each and every day. And by no means am I perfect, nor do I have perfect kids or a perfect life. I’m a bit ashamed to say that not everything I’ve done in my life has brought Him glory. In fact, I’ve probably disappointed Him more times than I’ve pleased him.

But alas, by His grace and blood I am saved. I’ll keep getting up each day and trying to be a better witness than I was the day before.

There is a song that I heard today on the radio that really made me think, well… of me. Here is the chorus:

“‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I’m so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I’m free to be me”

You see, God knows I’m not perfect. He knows I’m going to mess up and swear all the time when I’m mad . He knows that my kids are going to do things they shouldn’t. He knows sometimes I pick fights with my husband just to have makeup sex because I can… but that’s the thing. He allows me to be me. And hopefully with a little bit of Him every day, I can be a better me so others can see Him in me.

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