Don’t fix me, help me accept me. 

My face is full.
My hair is short.

I would rather be singing than sitting at a desk.

I am more introverted than I’ve ever been in life.

I overthink on most days.

I could meditate more instead of doing so…

I could worship more.

I could pray more.

And although I was a “church kid” I am still learning to walk in the fruit of the spirit everyday.. some 30+ years later.

So I vow, now, with all of my imperfections that I no longer ask to be fixed… but that HE helps me accept me. I want to accept who and where I am now, and allow God to continue to grow me so that I can bloom into what HE wants me to be. And I won’t filter that. It is so. ❤