I got mad. Again.
I thought no one cared. It doesn't matter to them how I feel. Can't they see I'm barely hanging on by a thread? Fighting to simply survive? "Life isn't fair!" I loudly complained. After shouting, crying and stomping around for awhile I finally stopped to catch my breath. And the Father said to me, "Why are you fighting so hard to survive when you have ME for your Father?" I was taken aback and thought, Yes, why indeed??!!
Suddenly, the fear, anger, anxiety, worry and stress melted away and, as I let go, I felt a great relief because I knew, He's got it!
As I looked over at my dresser I saw this:
Often I feel like the small, little, insignificant bear but He is standing tall and straight behind me saying, "Always Loved, Never Forgotten!"
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