You paid the price for my life.
I long to know, Jesus my Saviour.
Your grace for the imperfect, something we don't deserve, yet it comes so freely.
My seasons come and go, but one thing i know it will be permanent, that i must forever depend on the Holy Spirit. It's not just about expanding my capacity now, but more on the Holy Spirit.
People are able to serve, because they have the overflow of the spirit.
I need more guidance, instead on my own smartness and actions.
God doesn't need a perfect heart, but a heart that can be mold.
Mold me...