A Sigh Of Relief.

Most of the time, I make a mess of things

I wish I had handled things differently, or said the right thing. 

But I seldom do.

Usually behind me I leave a mess I don't know how to clean up.

I do things without thinking

I hurt people

I hurt myself

But in the midst of all that.

He loves me.

He cherishes me.

He forgives me. 

He redeems me. 

And for that I am speechless

At the end of the day I know I can sigh and collapse into his big arms. 

There is relief in knowing you can't do it. That you can't do enough. 

He can. 

He will. 

He is.