God says He'll turn my ashes to beauty...His power is made perfect in my weakness.
My ashes: anger, things not gone my way, gross memories of a different me, desires to be noticed, desires to be liked, worthlessness, I am disgusting, who would want me, I'm not cool, I wish I could be cool, she's hot, if I could just drink it'd feel better...I wouldn't be afraid, will i feel better about who I am if I wear this, the amount of attention I pay to fat, that's annoying/she's annoying/he's annoying, I don't deserve that, I do deserve this, I am glad I'm not like that, I don't trust you not to hurt me, just say I look cute.
But God has something better in Mind...
So Lord, I give these parts of me to you.
mold them into how you'd be,
what you'd say,
what you'd think....
