​A love letter to her Lord

How dare I say I’m a daughter or a child of the Lord when I myself,

sin more than the Devil or sin Itself

how dare I wear a cross around my neck or wrist when I am not worthy of such?

When I myself are Imperfect and are In a constant battle with those said sins

Dare I say that I’m a child of the Lord,

When I know how disappointed he would be at me

Disappointment beyond the word Itself

But, Lord I hear your voice In my mind–

Not just my mind, but when I hold my rosary

It feels heavier than usual, all the emotions flow through my weary soul

Lord, Is this your godly presence?

My child, why do you worry? Do you not trust your heavenly father?

I told you, I would be with you to the end of the earth

When you go through deep waters? I’ll be there

I’ll be with you no matter what, for I am your God

Have I not told you to be courageous? Have I not told you to be strong?

Everyone’s walk with me is imperfect–

Some distant, some talk to me daily, some don’t

As you are human, my child. I don’t want perfect

Perfection is an illusion on the mind–

I want the unfiltered version of you, for that is the most perfect.

So do not hold any fear in your heart my child, do not be afraid

If you fall, rise again, and again.

For you are not alone on your journey, look around you, my child

See the icons, the saints, the brothers and sisters who are with you

Do not hold fear in your soul, go forward, be strong