Jesus is a friend of mine

A week ago from this last Sunday, Brittany and I lost my frisbee in the ocean. I threw it and she didn't catch it and I reckon a wave ate it because we never saw it again. My throw was uncatchable and that's why she missed it. But when she came back from home this week, Brittany had me a brand new frisbee, exactly like the one we had lost. And I promise I didn't lose sleep at night thinking about this, but that small little giving of a frisbee reminded me that I don't deserve a single thing I've been given. I haven't earned anything. And on top of that fact, whenever I mess up it's my fault. I know I'll spend what's left of my life trying to figure that one out. To know Jesus is to understand that I'm a sinner and that I'm forgiven all in the same sentence. It's important for me to understand both because knowing I'm a sinner keeps me humble and knowing that I'm forgiven gives me a point to waking up in the morning. I don't share these things to be all inspirational and right. I share because its what I'm learning as I grow up. And I gots a long way to go, yo.