You see my twisted life, you see the turns I’ve made in order to knot myself up to the point of what appears to be ‘no return’. You see the patterns I follow, you see the ways I wrap myself amongst mistakes and sins- and yet you love me wholly… Despite my faults and failures, still you wait patiently for when I am willing and accepting enough of your faithfulness, of your ability to take a broken thing and make me beautiful- still you wait for me until I come undone right before you, under your grace.. Completely unravelled and ready to be rebuilt. How blessed I am that you persevere with the wreck that I am, and still you love me the same.