Fri, 25 Aug 2017 23:17:14 GMT
It's been a week and a half since I've written a prayer to you. It's time now to face what is happening inside me. You are my God, my Lord, my Savior, and more real to me than life itself. I have to talk to you. No fancy words nor pretending I'm OK.
I'm not OK. Everything is upside down. I can't talk to you easily any more. I used to talk to you all day long, about anything and everything. I looked forward to pouring my heart out to you and knowing you would understand. Now I feel like I am no longer that beloved daughter allowed to run free in your house. I have become a formal visitor who has to mind her "Ps" and "Qs" for fear of offending you.
Instead of running inside and jumping on your lap, I wait at the front door for your butler to let me in where we then talk across the room to each other. I miss you. I miss you so much.
I don't know what to do about this problem. I know you still love me, but I feel like I've lost you. Help me, God. Help me to find you again.