My hands are shaking. How I'm managing to type I'm not sure, but I'll type this as quick as I possibly can't. There is no way I'm going to be able to live with my dad anymore, in all seriousness. I can't take another day with him, I really can't. The way he yells over the smallest of things, the way I'm sitting here right now, watching my younger sister cry from him. I can't take it, I just can't. I need to go and stay with someone else, because if I don't I fear for the worst. Never in my life have I hear him yell like that, and I know good and well, he won't apologize for his tone of voice either. And we'll have to go on like nothing happened. So, I'm just gonna shoot up a pray right now if no one minds..."God, I'm coming on behave of my family right now, I'm asking right now for peace in my home, for understanding and for compassion. I'm asking that you forgive my father for he knows not what he does, I ask that you open his heart God, that he may seek after you Lord, that he may come to know you and have a better understanding of what you ask of him. I want you to move in him God, and allow him to see how much he is hurting us, as a family. I just want things to be alright God, I want things to be better than what they are now. I ask that you not only forgive him, but that you forgive us all. That you allow all of us to be slow to anger, and quick to listen. That we may understand that how we are currently treating each other is not of you. Help us to better ourselves and search after you Lord. Amen". My heart is beating faster than I can count, and only because he walked by, passing our room to his. The look on his face could kill someone if looks could kill. Now, the rest of the day is ruined of course, all of because of this. I think I wanna go for a walk or something. Gotta get out of this house, if not for a little while. Pray for me guys, really really pray, I'm so serious.
Fearing for the future,
Nik.
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