You Want My Tears
“You want my tears”..…”at my worst You meet me there” I am afraid of being real with God. I am afraid for Him to see the mess of my life; the raw, unfiltered, shattered mess of me. Somehow, I grew up thinking I had to fix myself before coming to God. Like I didn’t want Him to see I wasn’t okay. I wanted to prove I was worth something to Him. I still struggle with this. God knew I was gonna be screwed up when He chose me…. He knew EVERY mistake I would make and still said “yeah, she’s worth my only Son’s blood. I want Emily Hart in My family. I’m giving up all for her.” I can’t…. like what? Why would you want me? Why!? I’ve done NOTHING for you. And yet You want me? I keep messing up. I keep failing and You don’t drop me. I keep expecting to reach the limits of Your grace and I never do…. there’s always more…Your blood covers all. I could never repay Him. Never. My works are filthy rags to Him. What does He ask of me in return? To love Him and love others. H...