War Among the Shadows
My life has been a story of grace. I survived the first months of Roe v. Wade. I survived my mother’s drug habit, and her profession as a prostitute. My grandparents were never perfect, and they made some really questionable choices with caring for me, but they loved me. I lived, I grew. I had books and cousins to play with. I had my imagination to always keep me company. I had Mom and Dad, who kept me safe, who did their best to introduce me to God. God has given me so many chances, and I’ve spent so much time burning them up. But I kept coming back. He keeps letting me come back. I’ve never let go of Him. He’s always let me hold on, because he loves me. Now, I’m being called out of the house of trickery, out of my life of addiction and excuses. I’m really afraid, because I’ve never been strong enough before. I’ve done so much to destroy myself and my relationship with my heavenly father. I’ve tried to trick him. I’ve tried to con him into giving me what I want. Now, I’m here. I don’t want to be that person anymore. Father, please accept me! All that I have is because of you and belongs to you. Please let me dwell with you and serve you now and forever.