Dear Heavenly Father,
Are you there? I hope this isn’t a bad time. I need a favor, again. It seems to be happening more and more these days, doesn’t it?
Do you see the tears falling that stain my cheeks red? Can you make them stop? Do you hear the tragic thoughts that tumble through my head? Are you listening when I beg for mercy, just to know the truth? Do you feel it when my heart rips open, into a million tiny pieces? Will you put it back together?
Your earthly daughter,
68. I am thankful for “yes”.
One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are