04/23/2026
Some people think getting closer to God is supposed to make you look flawless.
Like everything lines up. Like your words are always right. Like your life suddenly becomes this clean, perfect picture.
But that’s not what happened to me.
Getting closer to God didn’t make me more polished…
it stripped me.
It tore down every version of me that knew how to perform, every mask I used to hide behind, every lie I told just to look “okay.”
I didn’t become more impressive. I became more honest.
Honest about the pain I tried to bury. Honest about the battles I’m still fighting. Honest about the fact that some days I pray with tears in my eyes and no words coming out right.
Because God never asked me to perform for Him.
He asked for the real me.
And the real me doesn’t always look put together. Sometimes it looks like breaking down in the car. Sometimes it looks like holding on by a thread. Sometimes it looks like loving Him deeply… and still feeling like I’m in pieces.
But that’s the thing
real faith isn’t flawless.
It’s raw. It’s messy. It’s showing up anyway.
The people closest to God aren’t the ones who look the best on the outside…
They’re the ones who are honest enough to admit:
“I still need Him. Every second. Every day.”
-Rose Marie V.....