I think to myself something's not right, Something doesn't feel right. Oh no, I said something wrong. I did something that wasn't right. Here is the old feeling again. Man, do I hate this feeling! It paralyzes me. Here comes that friend of mine, he thinks he's my friend. Here comes guilt. I don't like him as a friend. He's no fun to be with. Leave me alone, I don't like you! He doesn't listen, he stays. Please go away, I don't have to have you around! Still, he stays. Someone, please help me! My Father hears my cry way up in Heaven. He looks down at me with a worried look on his face that quickly turns into a loving, caring smile. Give that to me little one, he says. But God, I did.... He doesn't let me finish. That's all right, give it to me. It's hard to, father. I know, but you can trust me. Can I have it? I want it, child, really I do. I'll give it to him, but still, I don't feel good about it. Maybe I should talk to someone about it. Maybe the person I did wrong to, maybe I should apologize. Maybe I should let it go, but I can't. O.K. child of mine, talk this out and I'll be with you. I love you and I bet this person does too, in fact, I know this person loves you. So I talk to this person. This person listens with a caring ear and love in their heart. Things are said with gentleness. Smiles come to both of our faces and loving words are passed back and forth. The conversation is finished. This matter is over. I smile to my Father. See My child, no worries. You're free now child. Continue your walk with Me. Hold My hand little one. Try again sweet child of Mine.
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