#looooookkkk

One of my fav things about Sam Winchester is how hard he tried to be holy in the early seasons, how he was the last person on earth who should have thought that they belonged in a church, but he prayed every night because he believed in a God that would love him despite the parts of himself that he had no control over, and even because of those things. He believed that he could be saved, that he deserved a soft epilogue, that he was more than the mistakes of the generations before him. That is Job-like faith, to be able to say “I cannot see you and do not love you but I know you are there and there is a plan, I just ask for kindness along the way.” THAT is the kind of faith I want.