Papa.

some days it’s really hard to love my mum. some days all I want to do is scream and cry and yell; but I don’t. i just hold it all inside, and I think one day soon I may just explode. I need you. I need your help. I need you to teach me how to love the lovely and the unkind. I need to learn how to love myself aswell abba. Papa I’m not doing very well at reading your word either, so please help me to make time for you… Abba I know that you hear every word I pray, and you catch every tear I cry. I know you’ll never leave me, and that you created me in your image. Help me to be more like you, to practise patience – because I know you know I can be impatient with you and the way you want to do things. Papa I love You and I know you’re going to bring me through this crazy season that feels like a lifetime. Help me, I need you… Love your daughter. Xo.