Will I ever realize I can't put God in a box?

I’m un-motivated, un-creative, un-satisfied, un-connected, un-grateful, un-accepting, un-forgiving, un-fun.  I need to be de-funked.

You see, sometimes deep down, I question God’s love for me.  

"...we are all like rough diamonds that have been formed beneath by the pressure and weight of life bearing down upon us."

I found myself pushed along by the tandem emotions of pleasure and regret.

These sacred moments of indescribable love that ascends from deep within are tattooed on our souls for life. 

So, why is it that when it comes to people, we have a hard time accepting difference?  

The glory hole is an act of grace.