BRUISED AND BLOODY, SAD, CRYING ON THE OTHER.
TOLD HOW STUPID AND UGLY AND EMBARRASSING I WAS TO YOU ALL OF MY LIFE, AT LEAST SO FAR, THAT I'D NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING.
I THOUGHT THAT PART OF MY LIFE WAS OVER, YET HERE I AM, STILL BEGGING FOR CRUMBS, COMPLIMENTS, PLEASE JUST ONE.
THE ONLY ONE IN MY LIFE WHO HAS TOLD ME I AM BEAUTIFUL AND WORTH SO MUCH TO HIM HE SENT HIS ONLY SON TO DIE FOR USELESS ME IS YOU, MY SWEET LORD.
NEARLY 61 YEARS NOW, AND NOTHING HAS CHANGED - THE FEELING THAT IT'S ALWAYS MY FAULT - THAT IF MY BODY WAS WHOLE, IF I WERE PRETTIER OR SMARTER OR BETTER IN SOME WAY I WOULD RECEIVE THE LOVE I CRAVE.
YOU, JESUS, AND YOU ALONE, TOUCH MY HEART IN SUCH I WAY I NEVER WANT TO LEAVE, I JUST WANT TO COME HOME, PLEASE. HAVEN'T I SUFFERED ENOUGH?
HEBREWS 5:16-18
REJOICE ALWAYS,
PRAY CONTINUALLY,
GIVE THANKS IN ALL CIRCUMSTANCES;
FOR THIS IS GOD'S WILL FOR YOU
IN JESUS CHRIST.
AMEN AND AMEN
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