The Same Thing

You look at me and say:
I stole a lot of things when I was younger.
I used to do drugs.
I once drank so much that I blacked out and ended up in bed with someone I didn’t know.
I’ve had to have someone hold my hair back while I throw up more times than I care to admit.
He told me he didn’t want the baby and took me to get it taken care of and now I feel very empty.
I’ve been the other woman.
God makes me angry.
I don’t know if I even believe in God anymore, yet I’m their pastor.

I look at you and say:
Yes.
And.
I love you.

I’m trying to look at myself and say the same thing.

We all need people to say the same thing.