sometimes I feel I want someone who can be strong for me; whose arms I can crumble into when the weight of the world is too much to bear, when everything I have to say is gasps of air between sobs, whose heart is big enough to love me at my worst and for everything that I am not; on the days that I feel too big to fit into skinny jeans and too small to stand for what I love, arms that will pick me up and straighten my shoulders, lips that will kiss my bruises. and I stop here, because I realise that the someone I am describing is none other than my Jesus. 

on nights like this, nothing feels right. And all I want to do is to turn around and run straight into Your arms. 

there I will stay