Looking Back
11/07 - 1:35a.m.
My Dearest Father,
Oh, the aching of my heart as I begin to cry out that he and I are not, and have never been, friends. I hate the devil with a passion, more than I ever have before; how dare he use me in such a way! How dare I let him?
Oh, the pain I felt, Lord, as he spoke of possibly never singing, never living out his calling; all because of me. Woe to me if I should become the ruin of a righteous man of God! The occasional pain of forever being single or left out would be bliss compared to the torment of spirit I would endure every day of my life if I be any part in the destruction of someone's calling!
My heart is heavy as I sit here on this couch, thinking of one of the greatest men I will never know because we fell for the evil schemes of Satan. You are his greatness, Lord, and I would not tear You from him!
Help me, please.
Sincerely,
Me.
posted by Marie @ 3/28/2010 09:00:00 PM
2 Comments:
You okay, Ree?
Usually, yes :-), the harder times are sporadic and often far between, usually when I'm tired or after I've gone on in autopilot for too long. I actually had a different reason for posting this journal entry than being upset, though.
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