I wrestle. I fight. I kick. I scream. I rant. I rage.
And God loves through it all.
He doesn't give me the answers I want.
He doesn't make things perfectly clear.
But he's patient.
And He finds me.
He finds me in my little corner, crying, sobbing, a mess.
He finds me in pain and sorrow.
He finds me when I've run away and can't find my way back.
He finds me.
And then he brings me home.
And he loves you too.