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.