[below is journal entry from January 3, 2012]
Are you done yet?
Are you done being mad and frustrated, Melissa?
Are you ready to listen?
Alright God, I’m listening.
They Are Worthy.
They are my sons and daughters.
I am there on Bangela Road through you, Melissa.
I am there through the hug you give Patig, when she sees you walking down the road and leaves the bar running to hug you.
I am there through the smile you share with that one girl across the bar.
I am there through the conversation you have to tell the girl that she is beautiful and loved.
I am there through the hurt. The hurt you share when you look each other in the eye.. That’s where I am.
You, Melissa, bring my presence.
You bring my love and my life.
You’re the source of love and life they need right now, only because you’ve received it from me.
Share their hurt.
Share their pain.
Love them deeply.
Love them insanely.
They are my daughters.
They are my sons.
They hold so much worth and value.
Open their eyes.
Show them I love them.
