He found me, the me that I am, broken and alone on my bedroom floor, crying out for somebody to help.
He listened to me, through my whines and through my confusion. Through my liquid prayers (tears, that is) and through my sorrow.
He cared for my sustenance, my well-being through life’s traversing journey. He sought good for me and my family, blessings for my soul and blessings for my spirit.
And He loved me… in spite of me.