An ultimate gesture of love is not when someone wraps his arms around us.
It is when One spreads His arms on the cross and dies for us.
Dear God,
I don't have the right to write something like this for I believe that I am not the person worthy enough to speak to You. My belief is raw, I sometimes question Your Existence, and my faith is rather weak. But You never get tired of letting me feel Your loving presence. I see You in my family and friends, with each happiness and sorrow, with each blessing and trial, with each achievement and failure. I haven't been a perfect daughter to You, I am sinful, and I have done a lot of bad things enough to crucify me. I'm like the rest of Your children who usually remember You during their darkest hours, not to seek help but sadly to blame You. But still You stayed. And with that, I am very thankful. I am still in search of my spiritual growth. And I may fail at times, but with Your Grace, I will soon see the light on my spiritual path. I pray that You won't get tired of blessing those people I hold most dear. Keep my family intact, healthy and happy, solve na solve na po ako dun. :)
Love,
Me
