Sometimes I talk to the lord. Sometimes I yell at the lord. This here is what my angry conversations look and sound like. It is never directed to anyone innocent but merely to the source itself. So. Dear God, Thank you for allowing me to speak to you or scream at you. Thank you for letting me take responsibly for my experiences. Thank you for allowing me to find you in the most vulnerable places where blaming others is the easy way out. Thank you for allowing me to take the blame for my own misunderstandings. Thank you for helping me find myself in the midst of confusion. Thank you for showing me how to follow the stars during the darkest hours. And lastly, thank you for allowing me to learn your universal or secret language by staying silent until I am ready to trust YOUR will again. I love you. And I will always love you first. Love, Farah P.S: Heres to starting over again. And not being afraid to say thank you and Amen... #Omnism
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 04:50:52 +0000
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