Dear God,

I’m not good enough, I never will be. I fail, I fall, I give up hope. I think I have it rough, when there are people all over the world doing it a million times worse than me. I continuously ask for your help, when you were left helpless, persecuted and hated. I’m embarrassed  by my faith if people ask nosy questions, when other people have died for you, as you did for them

But still Lord, you keep coming back to me, you keep calling me, comforting me, giving me new strength to accomplish things i never thought possible.

I cannot express in words the gratefulness I have for You. You are My All.

I love You.