I don't know this person, and I can't even retrace my steps down the internet rabbit hole that led me to her blog, but I love this post. Her words resonate with me. (Plus, she's pretty funny.)
"I believe, whole heartedly, that Jesus Christ, himself, wades knee deep in shit to save me.
Not that he did. But that he does. Because I am not yet wholly restored, I am not fully healed, and not nearly perfected."
I think I (and most people) hold people like missionaries and pastors and church staff to a different (and somewhat impossible) standard, and I find her honesty and vulnerability refreshing and necessary.