Constant
I may have days where I feel like I do nothing but fail and cause others to clean up the messes I make. I may have days when I am the one cleaning up others messes and happy to do it. I am human I have my high and lows. Sometimes I forgive sometimes I hold grudges. My thoughts are pure and selfless…sometimes they are not. I am pretty much as inconsistent as any other human. We sin. We miss the mark. Constantly. But my God is also constant. Constant at perfecting me. Cleaning me up. Telling me that I a worth it. A person that is so inconsistent with good deeds. Or even putting my faith to action for that matter. My god has found worth in me. And uses me daily to bring him glory. Consistently. For he is constant with grace and love when I am constant with selfish desires and tunnel vision for my own life. No matter what state I live in next. What job I have. The people that surround me. He is still constant.
