I love the Lord.

I love my Savior.

More than words can say, I love Him.

I may not walk around with a huge smile on my face all the time, but my heart is ever grateful for the sacrifice that I still find unfathomable.

I may not do the best job of publicly noting everything that goes well throughout a day, but He always receives at least whispered thanks the moment I recognize a blessing, no matter how small.

I may seem to have a lot of struggles and frustrations, but I always bring them to Him first, and always with the knowledge that He alone is my hope and defense, my strength and my peace.

I may fail countless times and in countless ways as a mom and wife and friend, but I try again because I trust that His grace covers me and my many failings, and that one day, He will complete the good work He has begun in me.

I may not be adept at offering words of encouragement, but I pray…for my husband and kids and family, for our pastors and church leaders, for struggling friends, and for whomever God may place on my heart…and I believe His word when it says that the effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much.

I may not look like the typical swooning Christian, but my heart is His.  Completely.