i whispered into His hands, my tears washing the blood in his palms, "i do not know if you are God, and if you are then i must be too. but i am not worthy, i am not comparable. i know you are holy and particularly loved by God. i have sinned so much in my life, i do not know what to do anymore."
and He wiped my tears, holding my face in his hands, weeping with a smile and said, "you are loved by God. you are particularly loved."
