Letter to God

Dear God,


Your much more than a teacher figure, your someone that has always been there for me, at times not even knowing it was you. You are one of the only people that has truly seen me at my worst, and still You love me. With You I never have to act like someone else, You know me better than I do, and I know I will always be loved. I might disappoint, but with You I am always forgiven. In John 3:16, it’s said that You sacrificed your only son, for my sins. That alone leaves me humble, knowing You understand that we are not perfect beings, but to sacrifice your son for us? Your much more than a teacher figure, you’re a protector, lover and fighter.

You were my light in that dark tunnel I found myself stuck in, not too long ago. I remember talking to You from an early age, but I guess at times I felt I was talking more to myself then You. It wasn’t until the summer of my junior year of high school that I truly knew You. That summer I was in such bad shape emotionally I often felt like giving up. Sadly the only reason I didn’t do anything stupid was my fear of pain. So instead I threw myself in to You and the church. I think that was the best thing I’ve ever done for myself. I will never forget the day that I finally realized if I wanted my life to change, I had to stop living for me, and live for You. I remember sitting on my bed, tears gliding down my face, wondering how did my life get so out of hand. The radio was on when the radio host said “And now for the number one hit song by Rush of Fools, this is Undo.” I slowly started to listen to the lyrics, but this part is what really caught me;

Undo what I've become

Bring me back to the place

Of forgiveness and grace

I need You, need Your help

I can't do this myself

You’re the only one who can undo

What I've become

This was the moment when I realized that it was through You that I can wipe away the old and start anew. I knew then I did have support from others who loved me, and with them by my side, I found I can make it through. Later that summer I was baptized, and it was because of You. I finally understood everything You were trying to tell me. I know I am no Jesus, but maybe I don’t have to be. And for that alone I thank you. My teacher figure, father, friend, protector and God.

Your Daughter

Letter to Dad

Dear Dad,

From the beginning you have always been there for me, at times even when I wished you weren’t. I know you are having a hard time letting me go, and it shows me how much you really love me, and at times I know I will run right back to you asking for help and guidance. All I ask is that you give me a little room, but to always have the door unlocked so I can sneak back into the house for something edible.

One of the things I have always enjoyed doing with you was our “big bed time.” I remember always crawling into the big bed for our hugs and watching our shows together. I remember the Scooby Doo in the mornings while you got ready for work in the Gilbert house, then the sponge bob during dinners at your house. Those times on the big bed was always about us, we would talk about anything and everything during those long commercials, then laugh during the show.

I remember how you went to everyone of our dance and orchestra recitals, even when I knew you only went to see us, because you honestly hated watching everything else. The support you have gave me has been endless, and at times I feel as if I don’t deserve it. You have went places with me, even when I know you really did not wish to go. One of your biggest pet peeves has always asking something of you at the last moment, but as you know I tend to do that a lot. When I called you to ask to take to get my hair done for prom, you were irritated because I didn’t think of your plans, and your right. It is hard to remember that you also have a life, and it doesn’t necessarily revolve around me. Even though at times I swear it does. But even when you had plans you put it all down, and went to get my hair done, all because I asked you too.

You have been by my side through thick and thin, and I know it is the parents job to feed and shelter us, but you have loved us and supported us our whole lives, and for that I love you.

Love,

Bug

*I wrote this my senior year of high school, and recently found it. Figured I would post it. :)