When I look at You, I see this holy, perfect, wonderful, all the good superlative adjectives fit for You—the God of the known and unknown universe.
Then there’s me. This grumpy, sloppy, weird person packed into 31-year old body of messes and troubles and good intentions but not quite good results.
I don’t see how You chose me but I just can’t push you away, never.
God, with all my heart, thanks for staying all these years.