Sitting here in the pew, I look up at the large cross displayed in the front of the church.

The face of Jesus looks down at me.

I feel like God does that a lot.

I'm never perfect enough, I never pray enough.

I try so hard, and still suffer.

When will he forgive me?

I told him sorry.

I begged for him to still love me.

But I don't think he'll ever answer.

Looking up at the large cross, it was all becoming real.