Daddy, will you carry me?

I love music. Music speaks to me. Music encourages me. Music draws me into worship. And music often reminds me of who I am in Christ.

Right now I'm lovin' the song "Free To Be Me" by Francesca Battistelli.

‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me


The chorus of this song reminds me that I don't need to be perfect (and in fact I never will be). Without my dents, without my rips, without my cracks, would I recognize my enormous need for Him, my Savior? I'm like a piece of pottery that has been broken and pieced back together. You still might see my cracks and my flaws, but hopefully more than anything you see Jesus, the glue, that has made me whole again.

I just need to let Him take me cracks and all and use me how I am and where I'm at.


I'm free to be me.
Free to be who I am in Christ.
A sinner. Saved. Redeemed.


And hopefully along the way more of Jesus will be seen and less of the sinful me. To HIS glory.


And if I will just let my Daddy carry me on His shoulders through this life, along the way I might not get quite so tired and weary and I just might see things a little clearer...