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A letter to Jesus
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Posted by: lenny
Dear Heavenly Father,
Father, I would cry each time I read all those replies I received from Yuor children. I'm amazed to discover just how much love Your children can share to each and every other who believes and don't even. It feels unbelievably great knowing that. And I am so greatful knowing You.
Father, I've finally made myself up and send the application form and emails to the school which I've applied for a course in S'pore. It's hopeless to be waiting down here to be wondering whether I'll get accepted or not. And endless hoping for 'his' change of mind and heart and decision to come back for me. But let me be honest with You though, Father, I'm not really sure this is what I want to do with my life. The graphic design thing-I mean. It's somehow be a way to get out of this country to balance up the reason-heartache, broken heart thing.
I still miss him, Father. And I'll forgive him should he really apologize to me. I will, Father. Gee, now I'm stating a matter as if he would ever coming back to me. I really count on You for this one, Father.
And I learn a fact today, I finally do. A child of Yours has a thread posted that tells people who are in my state to 'ask for Your help'. I never realize just how much I've failed to see Your true helping hand. It opens my eyes and my heart. So, now I can really say it from the 'bottom of my broken heart' ------- HELP ME, FATHER. HELP ME.
Doing things for my ownself seems so meaningless now, with dreams built up in my heart and head, but having no one to share them with. It's not that I don't want You to be part of my future, Father. It's just that You're always there, and Your love is the most realistic one than the human love kinda love. But then again, Father, I want a worldly soulmate to share them with. The other half of me that You've created for only me since the day I born into this world. And I just want this man to be my other half.
I love him, Father. You know how much I cried for him during these couple of days. And how my heart still aches each time I think of him.
Help me, Father. Help me out, Father.
Father, please pick each and every bits of our shattered dreams up, wounded hearts and broken toys altogether. We've surrendered them all before You. I know You'll either fix them up or turn them into new dreams.
It's all we ever need, Your ability to make things right again.
Luv Ya, Father - Your hopeless child
Posted by: akabezalel
You are not entirely hopeless... you are still speaking to God!
You will never make a mistake by turning to God and running to His arms.
I am speaking a prayer for you now Lenny.
