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So there are two issues going on. One is that it is my worship pastors birthday soon and I'm going to write him a card, but it is very difficult to do so. This man means so much to me, it's hard to describe. In many ways, he has saved my life over and over. I know that he is not God, but this man is one of the most important (if not the most important) people in my life right now. Its hard to know what to say because it all seems inadequate, and I don't want to come off as obsessive. I'm not really. This man has just had an incredible influence on me.
To follow it up, i am heading up north to see family. It's a very difficult trip to take because of the state of my family. None of them are Chrisitians except my mother. It's hard to see my mother because ive had to not allow myself to see her as source for anything good. Though in my heart I wish I could just go home and see mommy, it's not like that. She is a fairly dangerous person at least for my emotional health and this is a big challenge for me to rise to as I have to tell her to her face what I've only had to say via text thus far. Being around my father is worse. He is terminally ill with cancer and refuses to acknowledge my existence. I can't even describe how much it hurts to know that he's dying with just a few months left and won't even acknowledge my exist. I want to be mad, but I can only be hurt.
I feel like I have a huge task before me that I am not equipped for.
To follow it up, i am heading up north to see family. It's a very difficult trip to take because of the state of my family. None of them are Chrisitians except my mother. It's hard to see my mother because ive had to not allow myself to see her as source for anything good. Though in my heart I wish I could just go home and see mommy, it's not like that. She is a fairly dangerous person at least for my emotional health and this is a big challenge for me to rise to as I have to tell her to her face what I've only had to say via text thus far. Being around my father is worse. He is terminally ill with cancer and refuses to acknowledge my existence. I can't even describe how much it hurts to know that he's dying with just a few months left and won't even acknowledge my exist. I want to be mad, but I can only be hurt.
I feel like I have a huge task before me that I am not equipped for.