There are still days where I feel and act like a child. Days where simple things leave me frustrated and in tears, where the world seems too harsh a place. Days where I run to my Father and just cry into his arms, often over spilled milk.
I'm thankful for these days. They put me in my place and remind me how great a Father I have.
Father, thank you for always being there. For holding me tight and letting me be angry. And thank you for not leaving me in that place.
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