A prayer
When I pray, it's nothing eloquent. My prayers are that of a child simply talking to his Father. My Bible tells me He is near the brokenhearted and a contrite spirit He will not despise. So, everything I pray comes from my heart. So, too, does this prayer, which I prayed in part one day while walking on a winter beachscape. Dear God, You know she's on my mind and in my heart. You know how much she means to me. You saw everything I felt. Maybe you felt it too. It had to come from somewhere. I know I didn't go about things the right way. I did a whole lot of wrong. I learned from that. You taught me, you corrected me, you sent me down a different path. Thank you for that. I know you love me because you chasten me. I want to thank you for the moments I had with that beautiful girl. I know you see my heart and know I never intended to damage her or anyone else. My soul was starving, and she was the stolen bread I needed. I'm so sorry I brought all of this abou...