Oh, I lifted my voice and prayed even louder. I was thankful about many more things, that the issues that brought me before my Father in the first place began to pale in comparison to the ones I was now grateful for.
Dear God . . .
I really want to know what the basis of such brutal moral judgement is, and why we have somehow become addicted to digging out skeletons that have long decayed.
It's funny how we all change, somehow. It's inevitable. Even when we never really mean to.
So don't give up, please don't. It's only a matter of time . . .
It tells me that I can be the light in the darkness of the world around me; and imagine if we all decided to be a light?