I'm so broken.

The Parable of the Sower. I'm the seed that hits the rocky soil. I hear the word on Sunday, the joy fills me with the holy Spirit, but as soon as I'm in the heat, I fold, I wither away to nothing. I don't know how to love unconditionally , yet my true heart desires to love unconditionally. I'm afraid I won't be saved. I'm afraid I am not worthy. My marriage is not godly, though I yearn it to be. I'm just lost.