I make promises and then I break them. When my heart hurts, it’s hard for me to see and hear and love. I carry more than I can bare. I judge. I fear. I’m unsure. Of a lot of things.
And even with this messy, unclean heart of mine, He sits beside me every night and smiles. And tells me He’s proud. Every time. And I want to cry because He is, and was, and always will be and I’m not worthy. He is the most beautiful story ever told, and He chose me. And you. To take part. To breathe and move and simply be. With Him. And this wrecks me.
He is the “I love you.”, the “I need you.”, the “I am for you.”
I love HIm.
…I haven’t answered something like this in a while.
i am the human version of the first piece of bread
i love when old people figure out how to do something on a computer that’s actually really simple but to them it’s like
if u are in the ocean nd a shark is bout to bite u point to it firmly u hav to do it firmly and say “hey shark dont do that”