“...may our daughters be like graceful pillars, carved to beautify a palace.”
-Psalm 144:12


Last night I cried. 
A hateful cry.
I almost called you to tell you the damage you've done.

How do I curse someone but love God?
How do I forgive someone that can't see past their own self right?
How do I get left at the forefront of motherhood alone and still fight?

I looked at men with all their broken promises and empty words.
I fed myself this idea that she needed two parents so I suffered my well being
My conscience left my body and all I wanted was the dream.

"Be happy, Be happy!"
My inside screamed. 

So I smiled on set
Moved across the country just to perfect the mess
And when life slapped me in the face, I left.

You called me a coward.
Said "that's your best?"
My mind played tricks on me and I kept the connect...
mutual despite your lack for showing your best

You showed me what you are
And had the audacity to turn on me like I left this scar.

Did I love too hard?
Did my ambition scare you off?
What was the cause?
Did the potential I see in you not what you want?

I know it haunts.
How could you wallow in your self pity and do nothing about it?
How could you look at your child and not want to do something about it?

I use to cry for you.
Sometimes she cries for you.
But I won't lie for you.

I bandage the boo-boo and make it better.
You can't take fatherhood and save it for later.

Last night I cried.
This morning it dried.
Because even when the sun sets it still will rise!

1 Peter 2:8-9 And "He is the stone that makes people stumble, the rock that makes them fall." They stumble because they do not obey God's word, and so they meet the fate that was planned for them. But you are not like that, for you are a chosen people. You are a royal priests, a holy nation, God's very own possession. As a result, you can show others the goodness of God, for He called you out of the darkness into His wonderful light.  




"I am my sister's keeper"

Dear Daughter,