Dearest One,
Do you still remember those times when I was still younger? I was trying to vent all my hatred for my father to you. I was so selfish and rebellious, seeking attention from other people, pretending to be someone I am not. I manipulate people, even my family, so I can do what I want.
I can't remember doing something good during those times. I aimed all my glares and blames to you. But you still loved me and protected me.
You made me realized that there's still more meaning to life than seeking revenge to quench my hatred.
Thank you... for not giving up on me. For being patient. For being merciful. I broke myself but then you're always there to mend me. I blinded myself because of the deepest hatred I had for my father but you healed me and lend me your eyes to see that he's not the only one in my life that I had to love and care for.
Just when everyone turned their backs on me and were hopeless in me, you looked at me and held me with love and faithfulness.
~O~O~O~
"I will praise you, O Lord my God, with all my heart; I will glorify your name forever.
For great is your love toward me; you have delivered me from the depths of the grave.
The arrogant are attacking me, O God; a band of ruthless men seeks my life— men without regard for you.
But you, O Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness."
Psalm 86:12-15
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