Imperfect, But Pursuing

I am an imperfect person,

stitched together with flaws and failures,

a mosaic of broken pieces

held by the mercy of a God

who never turns away.

I stumble, I fall,

I doubt, I call—

yet every time, He whispers,

"I am here."

The world points at my cracks,

my jagged edges,

but He sees a vessel

ready to be filled.

I chase after Him,

not with perfect steps,

but with a desperate heart,

aching to be whole,

yearning to be near.

I may not always get it right,

but grace meets me where I am.

And so, I run—

imperfect, unworthy,

but never unloved.