I was probably trying to praise the sky. But God... You have searched me, LORD, and you know me. Psalms 139:1 He knows but loves me anyway. ────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──── I don't have to pretend to like the sky You see through me, and it's okay. I don't have to pretend to be okay You—You see through me, and it's gonna be okay. I don't have to pretend not to like something (or someone) Of course You know, and it's okay. I don't have to act like I am in awe You see what I lack, and it will be okay. You see through my thoughts, desires, dreams, irritation, exhaustion, and laziness. You are my person—the place I don't have to pretend. You know all my flaws and my faults, but I am assured You'll still love me anyway. No matter how much I earn, No matter how much I give, You are my safe place to confront me when I don't like what I see. You embrace me anyway and say, "I love you. I'll never abandon you." Then You teach...