Dear God

Dear God,

I don't know how this happened... and by "this" I mean the state in which I find myself now. I am... alive. How can I be alive after the horrible thing I've done? How did You grant permission to my soul to still continue the journey You had in store for it? Bigger question yet: why am I still alive? You know what I've done, You know how I did it... but I also know that You acknowledge the reason why I did it. And I Hope You'll be forgetful with my sin.

With Love, Cassandra.