Him and me.

He keeps holding me, even though i'm easily frightened by the unfamiliar and familiar people and places.  His expectations of me never lower, because He holds me to the standard for which I was made, which He knows best because it was His hands that made me, His breath that breathed life into me.  His grace and love never leave me, though I cower and stumble blindly in the darkness He lovingly washes my wounds and lifts me back on my feet.  All day I want to be in awe of Him, because He is so amazing to love me the way He does, the greatest love, the sweetest love, my heart can almost not take it.