It gets bad somedays- sometimes my hands feel like sand; everything that I rush to cup with my fingers fall right through my crumbling palms- Somedays I lose a little of myself along with the things I try so hard to salvage.

Have you ever had those bad mornings that threaten to turn the entire day upside down? Somedays my guilt holds me by the throat and bruises me there. They never go away till the day ends, so I stay inside and look at them in the mirror in every possible angle.

There are just somedays I feel too horrible to be loved. When God reaches down to touch me, i cower in defense. Nobody can bear to see my heart in it's dirt and grime, not even You. But You take me in Your arms anyway and I collapse against your chest, too tired to say anything, too tired to be anything. You look right at me, right through the bruises and the sand, into the heart You made- You smile. And in this moment I know, I can never be too far for You to reach me, I can never be too hopeless for You to heal me, I can never be too lost for You to find me again and again and again.

You are the God that pursues me; You are the God who so loves me.