Day 25 Imperfect

I use to imagine an image of myself impeccable and immune to imbecilic implications that made me feel less than immaculate

The impact they had on my impressionable spirit impeded my improvement of self because I was too immersed in their beliefs of me.

Not wanting to impose my impairment on others, I imploded. An imperturbable face but a soul in disarray. Imprudent emotions led to an impulsive nature just to feel whole, resulting in immature relations

I was in pieces. A pieces of me to fill the void of others and I still never felt like I was enough.

BUT Thank God for an impromptu impartation of His love that made me immotile in his imbrication of His immeasurable mercies towards me.

He hid me under His grace. Impeached ALL lies acting as president over of body

He told me that He is and I am

He told me Im His

He told me Im beautiful

He told me Im art

He told me IMperfect