Dear One,
You say you love me. I look at you sadly and want to say
“No, you don’t.” “Yes, I do!” you would insist, fully believing what you say.
“No,” I would return, “I know you don’t really love me because you only say it
when I give you what you want. When I punish you and you can look at me and say
‘I love you,’ then you will truly love me.”
I love you. I love you when you are sweet, I love you when
you are bitter, I love you when you are happy, I love you when you are angry.
When you say “I hate you,” I love you then, too. I pray for you every day that
God would grow you into a young woman who longs to glorify Him in everything
she does. I see how you care for people and I pray that you would care for them
like that all the time, not just when it suits you. You say “That’s not fun,
I’m not going to do that,” and I pray that God would give you the strength to
do hard, hard things in order to be holy, not just “happy.” Life is so much
more than doing what you want and getting what you want. I cannot wait for the day you realize this, for
it will change your life.
Love,
Abby
