Dad just shouted.
When he shouts, the courage in me lessens. Its scary and I get so upset. My usual self would sink into thinking that I am of least importance but perhaps its the perspective which I am looking from.
Lord, I am sorry for raising my voice. I am really sorry.
Lord, I choose to hold tightly unto Your vision which is that when I am gone, my family would be held in Your huge arms.
i love you Lord.
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