I know I am not perfect.
Life reminds me of such.
If I rock the boat, I tip it over.
So I no longer rock the boat.
I preach God's Word.
Yet wonder if I am preaching it correctly.
I love my wife and daughters.
And I realize I do not deserve them.
Yet Jesus loved the tax collector.
And healed the leper.
He had His feet washed by an otherwise loose lady.
He also talked with Nicodemus.
As well as the woman by the well.
Jesus loves sinners like you and I.
All we have to do...
Is admit to Him that we are.
He'll take care of the rest.