I'm ready to realize that I was wrong.

I've just been angry at you, and you can imagine why. Afterall, you're the one who created me. My thoughts were this: why did you have to take away everyone that deserved to live? they were more devoted to you than I, and yet you chose to punish them with something that ate at their minds and bodies. You took them from the ones that loved them, you took them from me. So I retaliated, like a typical child would. I felt like I had been wronged, and an injustice made. I fought hard to keep you out, and some strange mix of my stubbornness and anger built a wall around me.

But that wall has been broken down. Four months ago, I stepped back into church for the first time in a long time...and the words I heard that day brought tears to my eyes. You comforted me, even though I had been neglectful and upset with you. I left ashamed with my head down.

Fast-forward to last Friday.

I finally worked the courage to come back, and You spoke to me. That's right, I get it. And I don't have to be ashamed and upset anymore.

I'm ready to let some light into my life. I'm ready to admit that I was wrong.