But God made the earth by his power; he founded the world by his wisdom and stretched out the heavens by his understanding.
I’ve moved my fingers along my options of letters across the keyboard to form the perfect opening to explain my existence. I’ve written on paper and rehearsed in my mind what I would type. The backspace delete exists for me because I can’t make up my mind. One moment I feel such a way that it makes sense that I’ve created the perfect sentence. Then the next, I’m thinking it’s biased to write this about myself. In the end, one thing has stayed consistent in every moment: I am imperfect, but still His.