Hurts too much to like. Had to reblog instead.
I deserve everything that’s happened to me, everything bad thing I have ever imagined happening to me, and more.
And this? This is where I was when I ran away from God. Because even God would have to hate me. How could He forgive me? How could He love me?
I still don’t know how, but this time I know He does and this time I know that I don’t know better than Him.
This time, though my wretched passions tell me I want to die, to be annihilated, my reason tells me to run toward my God. I am slow as usual, for my feet feel heavy, but I trudge, and I trudge after You, my Lord. I will lift my cross, and follow You.
I’m Phil Miller. Wow. 😥