Psalm 113

"He lifts the poor from the dust
and the needy from the garbage dump.
He sets them among princes,
even the princes of his own people!"
-Psalm 113: 7-8


In so many ways I feel like I am laying in the dirt, the dust and mud you formed man from....I just feel like a broken vase that needs to be broken down so maybe I can be salvaged and rebuilt.

Why do I hate myself so often so many times?

Why...how...why would you bother taken one as dirty and broken as me and place me beside your throne...I deserve nothing and so often just wish to break myself...than you for letting me find some pain relief...and for looking after me...and loving me.

I want to praise you in this hellish storm of confusion and pain.
Please teach me to love.
Please.