Ryan loves me. Crystal. Crystal Casey.
I'm hard on myself. I make mistakes and carry them with me. I even nicknamed myself "the messerupper". I felt I could do nothing right. The anxiety, fear, of failing was too much. How could Ryan love that? He's not a messerupper. He seems to get more things "right" than I do. It was overwhelming for me.
That's when God stepped in with Lesson #7.
I'm not a messerupper. I'm human. I make mistakes. I trip. I can't keep my car clean to save my life. I forget things. Lose things. Stuff mail in weird places. Burn bread.
I'm Crystal Casey. Wife. Mom. Daughter. Friend. And most importantly, a child of God who was created just as God saw fit.
He planned for me to marry Ryan Casey and become the mother of Hannah and Lillian Casey as a part of His plan.
I can't be perfect. It's hard for me not to give up or to just not try if I can't be perfect at something, but I'm not Jesus. I can't be perfect. No one can. My husband know that and I think I might know that too:)
Ryan loves me. Crystal. Crystal Casey.
As long as I can remember I have been a baseball fan. When Rando and I met
baseball quickly became the perfect date. Our goal is to go to every MLB
stadium...
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