Pressure Perfect
It tightens my throat, it turns my stomach inside out. I am short of breath. I tip toe through social situations, smiling heavily to take the focus off of my heavy chest, and the sweat building on my neck and forehead. I feel constant pressure. Pressure to be perfect. Pressure to know all the answers, or what is best to remedy troubled relationships. No one acknowledging that I too am going through this life, unsure which route to take and using my best judgement to do what I believe is right in God's eyes. I wish people would understand that I too am terribly flawed. I'm a sinner. I do NOT know everything. I make mistakes. I take risks that sometimes don't work out. I am by no means perfect. I too didn't deserve Jesus' love. But yet I received it and therefore do deserve it. I do what I can to please my Lord, but constantly fall off the path. I just wish someone would come up to me and tell me they recognize I'm sinful