We cannot be perfect, ever, no matter how sincere we are, no matter how hard we try.
It is why the great physician came, to heal, to love, to comfort us. Today, He has washed away all evidences of your sin. Your flaws, your anger, your regrets--all washed away. Your soul is as pure and white as snow.
Halleluja! What a savior! Praise God for His chasing me, adopting me, loving me, bearing with me, forgiving me. What a savior. Blessed Sunday to you.