There are so many things I wish you could just know and believe, so many things I wish were true for you, and so many things I pray for your future.
I wish you knew that God loves you and wasn't the one who stabbed you in the back.
I wish you could just forget what happened to you and race toward the future.
I wish you could be a kid again. You still are in so many ways, but you've been forced out of your childhood.
I wish you could see that there's only one way to fall, and that's into God's arms, whether you feel his care or not.
I wish I could tell you things that are true, and have you believe them.
I wish I could say that it gets better from here, and everything's going to be ok...
But your life hurts so much, that God is the last thing you want to trust right now.
You never will forget what happened, at least not on this earth. you'll always remember the horror of what you saw.
Your childhood is over unless you fight for it, and I'm begging you to fight for it. It's one of the absolute best things I've ever known.
You feel like it's you against the world, that everyone out there is just waiting to stab you in the back. And while that's all you've seen, I'm praying that you can find a new trust.
You see nothing good from God right now, and while there's not much light in your drab story yet, you have a form of tunnel vision caused by pain, one that blocks out anything good. I pray that will start to go away so you can see some good again.
You have to make your own choices regarding your life, but I sure hope you're at least thinking about what I said.
I can't in truth say that things get better from here. There will be bright days, full of good and fun. But there will be pain as long as we're alive.
There is one thing that I want to say that's true though. God. is. good. ... He loves you. He will catch you if you just let yourself fall. And if you can do that, Everything will be ok, there will come a day with no more pain, and you will be free to be a child with no fight. That's what I want for you more than anything.
I love you, and I will be praying for you every single day.
I wish you knew that God loves you and wasn't the one who stabbed you in the back.
I wish you could just forget what happened to you and race toward the future.
I wish you could be a kid again. You still are in so many ways, but you've been forced out of your childhood.
I wish you could see that there's only one way to fall, and that's into God's arms, whether you feel his care or not.
I wish I could tell you things that are true, and have you believe them.
I wish I could say that it gets better from here, and everything's going to be ok...
But your life hurts so much, that God is the last thing you want to trust right now.
You never will forget what happened, at least not on this earth. you'll always remember the horror of what you saw.
Your childhood is over unless you fight for it, and I'm begging you to fight for it. It's one of the absolute best things I've ever known.
You feel like it's you against the world, that everyone out there is just waiting to stab you in the back. And while that's all you've seen, I'm praying that you can find a new trust.
You see nothing good from God right now, and while there's not much light in your drab story yet, you have a form of tunnel vision caused by pain, one that blocks out anything good. I pray that will start to go away so you can see some good again.
You have to make your own choices regarding your life, but I sure hope you're at least thinking about what I said.
I can't in truth say that things get better from here. There will be bright days, full of good and fun. But there will be pain as long as we're alive.
There is one thing that I want to say that's true though. God. is. good. ... He loves you. He will catch you if you just let yourself fall. And if you can do that, Everything will be ok, there will come a day with no more pain, and you will be free to be a child with no fight. That's what I want for you more than anything.
I love you, and I will be praying for you every single day.
Alanna
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