God all I have left is praying, to seek and learn and be better than I was yesterday, I crave it. What if I'm not enough for him, what if it was another, what if he's just come in passing.. wrong place, wrong time, wrong number and a dial tone to sound out I am merely not enough. It is terrifying, but God he quiets my fears in the dark. He places space between my insecurities and his eyes, that I may instead focus on the storm swirling...