I know that you are pleased with me, for my enemy does not triumph over me. Psalm 41:12
If anyone has ever struggled to forgive himself, it is me. For some reason, I seem to have decided that God must not like me very much because I feel so imperfect. How could I ever please Him?
This is foolishness.
If God were not pleased with me, I expect that He would have allowed the enemy to destroy me long ago. Yet, here I am - carrying on, growing in Him. How could one who displeases God ever feel so close to Him?
Lord, help me to put aside my imperfection. Show me that Your love of me is not conditional - nor should mine be. Teach me to walk in Your ways. May I be pleasing to You in all I say and do - no matter how imperfect.