messy heart.

i love clouds. i take pictures of them while driving.
i'm trying to love people more. i really want to be good at that.

Post reblogged from Sing A New Song

patrickmichaelchin:

“This is the very perfection of a man, to find out his own imperfections.”
- Saint Augustine

Oh, how I often wish You would stop. Stop revealing my sin. My imperfections.
How quick I am to assume I know best, when, in light of You, what do I dare to say that I know?
You know me. Please let that be enough for me.
As painful of a process as it continually is, through my poor imitation of love and my many mistakes, bring to light my ever-growing and ever-deepening need for You.