It's such a rush. That feeling against my skin that radiates within as well, that feeling so indescribable yet so familiar. Like arms pulling me back into such a familiar embrace, saying "welcome home", with more love and acceptance than most believe possible. Certainly more than I believed possible. Yet, it's there just the same. Such an acceptance, that no matter what I mess up or what choices or mistakes I make, it doesn't matter. None of it matters. I'm still accepted. For so long I ran from that idea, there was so much that screamed at me otherwise, so many voices saying I could never be good enough, I've messed up too much, I don't...fit the requirements. But there are none. The only true requirement is that I exist. No more is needed than that, I don't have to prove myself or change things I believe in or try to go back and fix mistakes, because they don't matter. They truly don't. And I didn't think that possible. But it is, and to feel it physically, to be surrounded in words of prayer and suddenly feel the warmth of arms around me literally against my skin as though it were a physical embrace, feeling such a sense of relief and peace and love that was unlike anything I had felt before, feeling that and knowing that despite anything I had thought...I could hear the words in my heart telling me that I deserve that love and acceptance, no matter what I think or do that might seem like it should be otherwise. Unconditional love. To truly feel it, and know it through the core of my being as truth, it's indescribable, and lifts my soul until I'm flying inside. And the hope. More than anything, the hope. The one feeling that has been so hard to believe in some times, the one that has been so absent lately, to feel it flood me within, filling me, knowing now with clear eyes that it is there...there aren't words for it. But simply to know that so much is possible if only I believed in it as true and worked towards it, it lifted such a weight, that I wept. I've messed up so much for so long, been a horrible person, made so many mistakes and wrong choices...but it doesn't matter, because I'm still loved and I'm still accepted and I'm still given hope and all of that surpasses so far beyond any human mistake I can make. And that comes from a power that no man could possess. A power that protects, that gives, that defends. A power that loves and strengthen and guides. It's there, and it's real. It takes many forms, but it is real. And what can come of accepting it is beyond comprehension until you feel it for yourself. But the most amazing thing about it...is that everyone can feel it. There is no one that is excluded. It is offered to everyone, anyone willing to simply believe that it is truly possible, anyone willing to stop believing that there is no way they could be given so much. Because they can. Everyone can.