Unable to be seen.
Then i thought you were blind,
therefore couldn't see me.
so i would shout with my actions.
Hoping to get a look, . . .
a moment of recognition.
But none came.
"Hello?!!! Cant you see me?"
i would yell till i had no voice.
The silence that followed cut my soul deep.
Then i decided i had had enough.
i did not owe you a thing,
and i turned my eyes away, . . . and up.
With a tear stained face i called out to
"Abba Father! Can you heal this hurt?
My heart can't handle this rejection so deep."
"Be still my child.
i alone will fight for you.
Just rest your weary head.
i found the words comforting in my time of need.
i still struggle daily with this journey of healing.
Not all days are easy,
and not all moments make me smile.
But i know without a doubt He is fighting for me.
And i am worth fighting for!
i write to heal, and in that i hope it can help others as well. My prayer is that you know how precious you are to the Holy Father. The way people have treated, or do treat you doesn't measure your worth. You are more precious than rubies to Him who loves us. Don't let peoples words or actions take root in your heart if they do not build you up. You are loved. you are cared for. And YOU ARE WORTH IT!!!!!