Dear God,
are You there?
Do You see me, are You real?
I hope so, because You see,
I need to get this out, to dump all of
these thoughts on someone.
Andy sure doesn't care,
and I don't think anyone else does -
definitely not the children.
They all just take, take, take
I am empty, empty. Dried out,
dried up. Nothing left to give,
just one long scream and a dripping
and a moaning,
that's me.
A wife, a mother, a nothing
all around noise, shouting, yelling,
screaming,
sometimes them and sometimes me,
and the never-ending piles
of washing, dishes, toys,
where will it end?
Where can I find a moment of peace,
a pleasant place, my sanity.
And Andy, he is like one of the
children;
demand, demand, demand,
'til all I want to do is
run, run, run.
But that's not what good wives
and mothers do,
is it God?
Are You there?
Do You hear me
calling,
calling,
calling.
Please help.
I
can't
do
this
anymore.
Do You care?
About
a nobody.
A whining,
sniveling,
selfish,
horrible,
person?
I
know
I
am
bad.
So bad.
So messed up.
Dear God, dear Jesus,
I
need
YOU.
If You
will
forgive me.
Perhaps
You can.
Please save me.
I need You.
THANK YOU JESUS
THANK YOU
THANK YOU
You are all I need:
All my family needs.
I'm holding Your hand now,
as I get up off the floor;
as together we go tell
and love my family.
Amen.
Dearest Reader,
Have you knelt at the foot of the cross?
Jesus loves you, and He wants to forgive and save you.
Love and prayers,
Alison
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