My hope with this

I hope in this story you can see that God was the hero. Although there are still antagonists, and I often am my own worst enemy, He saves the day. He loved us so much that He created us. He loved us so much that He brought us out of sin. He loved us so much that He gave his Son to pay for our sins. He is with us each and every day.

When I was little, I use to think that when I prayed it would go to God's answering machine. He would listen when He had time. Silly I know, but it is still hard to believe that He hears every single one of our prayers.  He counts our tears. He comforts all of us. I am thankful that He has forgiven me, countless times, healed me, continues to work on me, and especially thankful for His love.

He is has written my story. He is still introducing plot and events, developing the characters, but He knows every part. He wrote it all for my good, and to show others His glory. I'll still struggle. I'll fall. I'll fail.  Just like my dad did, He will pick me up, hold me close and tell me it will all be okay.  Just like my dad, sometimes, He'll tell me I need to get up and try again.