You

If you found your way here tonight, I want you to stay a minute.

You are loved. Not for what you produce, not for how well you are holding it together, not for the version of you that has it figured out. You, as you are, right now, in whatever state you are in reading this.

You are cared about. There are people who would be gutted to lose you, and some of them have never found the words to tell you so.

God sees you. The whole of it, the parts you keep hidden, the parts you are ashamed of, the parts nobody claps for. Seen, and loved anyway.

You matter more than you currently believe. That belief is not a fact about you, it is a feeling, and feelings lie when you are tired and alone at the wrong hour.

So stay. Give it one more day, then another one. The way this looks can change, and it usually changes slowly enough that you have to still be here to see it.

If you want to say something to a human, this comes to me. No pressure and no sales pitch, just a place to put it.