As imperfect as I am, as mixed up as I can get, Still trying to get some kind of organizing skills (after 61 years) God is still proud to call me his child. When disheveled or fraught or I lose self control, I can turn to my ever loving Heavenly father. He will calm and soothe my soul. Through his amazing grace God will forgive me again. He knows me by name the good and the bad and God loves me forever just as I am.
Other than that i am just me here to ramble on.