The Line Where We Break

I saw a woman walking on the train today (or was it the bus?).  She pulled down her shirt as her stomach was showing.  I imagine this duality existing in most humans: wanting to do almost anything to receive some kind of love and acceptance, and the limits shame impose on what we'd do to receive that acceptance.  Some have forgotten all shame, and others all love.  But most of us deal with the middle sort.  We yearn for real love, rushing to send ourselves into the hands of irresponsible people, all in the name of love.  I must admit.  I am guilty of this.  I find myself thinking about how Ill make up for God's failures.  I'll expect to fail or fall, so that if God won't come through, I'll expect it.  It'll be tucked away somewhere, not too far down my mind.  But it's You who makes up for my weakness.  You welcome me with open arms, telling me all I have to do is come.  There's no need to be in shame, no need to degrade my self.  ("You are reaching something that is beating.  I can't believe I never noticed my heart before." - Mute Math).