Distorted

I was looking through a journal I used between boxing day 2003 and boxing day 2008 last night. I didn't write every day, but for a couple of years I wrote most days, and it was interesting/humbling looking back at how silly I was.

And it reminded me of how silly I still am sometimes.

But none of us are perfect, and none of us view the world perfectly. I am so grateful that even though we all mess up all the time, God still loved us so incredibly that He sent His perfect Son into the world to live life as one of us and then die in our place.

O come, o come Emmanuel.