Monday, February 7, 2022

Dear God,

No one but you can heal our DNA, our deep hurts and wounds sometimes too awful to talk about!  Today as I talked with my daughter on her 47th birthday, I listened as she said funny things and we both laughed together.  There was a time that just did not happen.

My youngest daughter was my protector.  At five years of age, she took on the role.  I was so caught up in my own hurts, I didn't recognize the awesome task she took upon herself.  That burden lay heavy on her shoulders way past time I needed protection.  Resentment and bitterness gathered around that weight-bearing burden until our relationship broke down.  It took years of self-reflection, therapy, prayer, openness and a willingness to change that she eventually found healing, hope, love, forgiveness and peace. Today I witnessed your divine work.  Your spirit breeze embraced us both as we  internally gave thanks for the amazing, astounding, loving gifts.

You are God;

there is none

like you.

Healer God,

thank you

for loving us

so much.

Thank you

for time

to make things right.

Love, Andrea