this desire to be loved.
It comes when I feeling unsure,
when I behaved in a way unbecoming, heck, even
when I am in the grocery store wanting to discuss what I should be making for dinner.
Acceptance, companionship, love – I desire it so much, even when I know I don’t deserve it. But that desire, it stays in the back of my mind. And when I think about love, the reminders of thousands of sins, come rolling forward and I am left with this thought:
You are unworthy.
Last week I read this, and I was reminded once again that I might be unworthy, but that’s just besides the point.