Father, I am a mess. But I am your mess.
Father, I need help. And you are my ever present help in time of need.
Father, I keep wanting to know what the future holds, but I can't. But you hold my future.
I keep trying to get it all right. But you are willing to hold my hand and walk with me through everything that is not right yet, and will not be until that day.
I need you so much. And I have you so much. So much more than I fully realize.
Father, I am so glad that you do not know how to let go of me.
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