Galatians 4

"And that’s the way it was with us before Christ came. We were like children; we were slaves to the basic spiritual principles of this world.

And because we are his children, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, prompting us to call out, “Abba, Father.” Now you are no longer a slave but God’s own child. And since you are his child, God has made you his heir."
-Galatians 4:3, 6-7

Reading this sort of thing is hard.
Hard because I am not allowed to hate or look down on myself.
As much as I really just...don't like myself, God does.

God loves me.
God longs to know me.
God wants my attention.
God wants my love to be given to Him.

More than just some sorry attempt at covering my bases and spiritual leanings...but love, mad and divine love which goes beyond my ability to grasp.

It's frustrating and yet...still so wonderful.
So amazing.
So beyond my words.
Beyond any ability of mine to express.

"Father, hear my voice, be it small
Here I am, though I am nothing at all
Dost thou still see something to love in me?
If it be, You will carry me away
That I might live today"

"Did you see me falling down from Heaven
Breaking every bone I have
So I tried to touch the sun
I had another fall
You can do the math
I was wrong is what they'll say
I watched their smiles fade away
I watched their black and white turn gray
Their picture-perfect worlds decay today
Today I fell to Earth again, again
I guess I failed You
I guess I cannot win

Today, today
I fell away
I fell away

Did you see me falling down from Heaven
Trailing wings of melted wax
Accelerate
At nine point eight
Accept the fact I'm going to crash
And so-called friends have gone away
And all advice will cease to stay today
Today on fragile wings I tried to touch the sun
As wax and feathers melted
All my dreams have come undone today

You lift my battered soul
You mend my broken wings together
You lift my battered soul
You mend my broken bones together"