But here’s the thing… I can accept my own depravity, for I think I’m the worst person I’ve ever met. Like you, my recipes never turn out like my grandmother’s. I’m financially irresponsible. I don’t go to the gym like I should or eat like I should or hold to my own standard of what I think a “good person” should act like sometimes. I can easily accept I’m broken. I’m a screw up. I’m unfixable. But earlier this year when I heard my kid use the same language - “I can’t do anything right. I am bad at everything. Nobody likes me and I’ll never get my life on track.” Something within my mother’s heart leapt in protest. NO, child of mine. You are not broken! You do not need fixing! You are perfect - you came from me at a perfect 7 lbs and half an ounce and every inch of you is God’s beloved creation.

I'd love to hear your thoughts on this message for Christmas, 2023. Feel free to email me at [email protected], or Come and Worship with me at The Enrichment Ctr, 1106 S Marshall St in WSNC on Sunday mornings at 11! Thanks for listening - and happy holidays.