I am distorted, damaged, and dysfunctional. Yet You fought that fight for me. You are crazy. You risked it all when You know for a fact that I can never give the same love back. Thank You for being crazy. Thank You for not giving up on fixing me. Thank You for breaking my walls, for pulling me out of my raging storms, for being there. I will heal, I will be free and I will be restored. Then it will all be because of you, because of that crazy, unfailing and never ending love.
Two things define you: Your patience when you have nothing, and your attitude when you have everything.
I may be weak