I’m not perfect.
I make mistakes.
I don’t always know the right thing to do.
I fail to see where I can help others.
I’m selfish sometimes.
I don’t give as much as I should. Or as much as I could.
I worry. My anxiety gets the best of me.
When things go wrong, I find myself not trusting my Father as I should.
Sometimes I get mad at Him for things going on in my life.
Sometimes I fall asleep without saying my prayers at night.
Sometimes, I don’t talk to You for days at a time.
Sometimes I run from You because I’m ashamed of what I’ve done.
I wish I was smarter.
I wish I was kinder.
I wish I could do better in this life, for You.
I’m not good enough for anybody down here, Jesus.
Do You still love me?
Your baby sister