Just hold me...please...tight...and don't let go.

I wonder what God thinks when He thinks of me.

I hope he smiles. I hope he laughs.

I hope he's like, "Ah, yes, Shara, she makes me laugh...she's crazy."

I hope I make him proud of me. I hope I don't disappoint him too greatly.

I know one can never be "Good enough", but, sometimes I feel as though I fall so short, and that it must be impossible for God to be pleased with me.

But, I know he loves me.

I bet he has a great smile. And a crazy laugh...even crazier than mine.

I hope I bring out both of those.

~Cookie