I thought who I wanted to be was based on my choices in life, and that if I worked hard enough, was disciplined enough, that I could get wherever I wanted to be. But I forgot an important part: I’m human. I will never make all the “right” choices, and who I want to be may not be who God wants me to be. Maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t meant to be perfect, and that’s OK.
Maybe I don’t have to try and change the world. Maybe I don’t have to be the best I am wherever I am. Maybe I don’t have to be great.
Maybe when I mess up, I’m still great, because Jesus is great. Maybe, even when I make the wrong choices, that I’m still the best wherever I am, because of God’s grace.
Thank you, God, that you care more about who I am, than what I do.