I hate religion.
I hate being associated with a bunch of rules created by man.
I hate that so many people are turned off by Christianity because they have been shown an inaccurate picture of God.
I hate that I am hesitant of telling people I am a Christian, because I don’t want them to think I am a judgmental, fanatical person, putting unrealistic expectations on them.
I hate that people who don’t necessarily believe what I believe feel that they can’t be themselves around me.
I hate that so many people will never experience the life that God intends for them.
I hate that so often we make church about US, and forget that it is all about Him.
I hate that my laziness stops me from doing what I really want to do.
I hate that I am often so consumed with what God can do for ME, that I forget about the larger picture... that it’s not all about me.
I love God.
I love the freedom I have found in my relationship with Him.
I love that He already knows how messed up I am, and loves me regardless.
I love that He loves me enough to correct me.
I love that He has shown me that being a Christian is more then just following rules, and attending a church.
I love that He has surrounded me with people who love me, and guide me with truth.
I love that He taught me at a young age that pride comes before the fall.
I love that He already knows what I need, even before I ask… or before I even know that I need it.
I love that He has taught me that I don’t have to have it all together, I just need to be willing.
I love that He is always faithful, period.
I love that He has taught me that worship is a lifestyle and attitude, not merely a song.
I love that He wants to use me for His glory, right now, just the way I am.