Breathe

Breathe.
Breathe You in.
Still.
Still trusting You.
Believing.
You give your children good gifts.
Not snakes.
Thankful.
For today.  For moments with You.
Moments that you purchased.
To give me what You want for me.
Your best.
Instead of what I deserve.
Hell.
And I love You, Lord.
Spill it out.
For You.  For all.
Because I can't hold it back.
The dam is breached.
This damned life.
Rescued.
Washed.
Loved and held dear.
And You are, oh so precious to me, Father.
My Big Papa.
Just to know that I am loved.
That we are.
Oh, Lord.  You are beautiful.

Bernadette