Friday

I'm not really good at the whole talking about Jesus thing. I rarely offer to pray for people and I mostly just keep my faith to myself. I've been told this makes me a lousy Christian, but I don't think that's true.

Its sometimes hard to talk about God when most days I know I'm not living up to the standard he sets. Which I'm fine with, and he's fine with, but not everyone else shares our opinion. I screw up a lot. I cuss way too much. Sometimes I have too much to drink and I definitely judge people with fat kids. So I keep my faith to myself. And I try to let those brief, fleeting moments when the hope in me outshines the other stuff say what I can't. My faith is private and I'm OK with that.

Because I do really love Jesus. I love who he is- kind and generous with his heart and patient to a fault. I love him for what he did for me. The whole dying on the cross thing, but also for sticking with me in the daily stuff. Because plenty of people can make one grand gesture but few people have the patience to keep reaching down their hand and pulling me back up when I'm down. Because he can take anyone- Anyone- and turn their life around.

Even me.

I don't really like to talk about it but I figured today was as good a day as any. Jesus is real. He is who he says he is. He is good and he really loves me. And you too.