The sermon in church today talked about how much we let fear of what others think of us rule our lives. This really made an impression on me. I know that I worry too much about what others think of me. I worry that H will never see what he has lost and that he will always hate me.

But I know in my head that he doesn't hate me, he is just trying convince himself that he hates me. This too shall pass and I can't worry anymore about what others think of me.

You have nothing to worry about there is only one that you should think about what they think of you and He is not of this earth.

Last edited by ANewMe; 04/08/07 09:59 PM.
Everything happens for a reason, maybe Dad needs to find that it isn't better out there, he needs to realize how good he had it here. Maybe he will find God and that is the most important thing when he finds Him he will know he is supposed to come home.