I need you God. I´m so messed up. Especially after all happening in Haiti. I´m so sad and angry and so confused. But I do know... deep in my guts. That I can´t run from you. I can´t ignore you. When I run to you again, then you will soothe me. But I don´t want to just yet. I´m offended by all happening. Your love isn´t always how I want it to be. So like a good father does... You let your baby girl run off and be angry without any forced love. For a while.
You and your tough love. Crap. I hate it. But I do love you. Just as all kids love and hate their parents. At the same time. But it´s never really hate. It´s just lack. Lack of sight! Lack of knowledge. I lack so many things. But I don´t want to lack anything of who you are. Anything.
Soothe me. But before you do. Soothe them.
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