broken is better, part 2

And whatever I said about people, I now say about God.

He wants to know our questions, our doubts, our complaints. Because that's what keeping it real means.

He doesn't want the ideal Chris who speaks prayers that sound good, but the real Chris. He wants that, even if it's ugly. And he's pretty okay with being friends with the ugly one. Not because I'm anything worth looking at or hanging out with. And even if I can't possibly meet up to anyone's expectations, and even trying to no longer meet up to expectations ends up being an expectation that I'm trying to meet (do you see this deathly cycle here?), Jesus loved me and died for me. And that's proof that God wants to be friends. His arms are open wide.