Break through

Humbly offer myself.

Totally submission.

To the point of saying I love you, even if I don’t feel it back.

I know one day I will.

God, please break through.

But if you don’t, my life is yours. Nothing, not even you can change it.

You’re hitched, if that makes any sense. Stuck with me. Like that annoying kid who loved Dad and would not leave him alone. Three days of non-stop following Dad around until it was painfully obvious that Dad was thoroughly fed up.

I’ll be your shadow.

I’ll be your annoying little devotee.

I’ll be your love. I’ll be your child.

I’ll be reduced to that.

And what’s more, I’ll love it.

God, I don’t know if this has happened to you before-but you are royally threatened!

Hah!

But you know what?

I can you your smile.

I can feel it inside me. Like a loving Dad. You gave me my sense of humor. It’s yours too. And I know you love it. I know you love me. Everything about me. You planned it all. The great the small.

I’m so yours.

Help me, on this earth.

God, sometimes I get so frustrated. SO ready to give up, or worse give in.

But you know what? If you can’t beat HIM—join HIM!!

You’re the way. You are the only truth.

So I’m with you.