The Worth Of Knowing

Sometimes I wonder:
Is it just a nice sentiment
that God calls me His child?

I don't doubt that God loves me,
I often doubt His love is effective. 
Is me being "daughter" more than a hollow privilege?
Why would a Father send a Spirit to comfort a child in a body?
Why do we celebrate His Son's broken body while our bodies and spirits are still in pieces?

It's left me wanting to flip off the communion table. 
Because I'm still waiting
to be healed
to be whole
and to be held.
Not used
or consumed.
Not needed
or earned. 
Just held
with no other purpose
than to be near
to my Father.