My Dear Father by OforestnymphO

Every time I think of You, my soul is filled with warmth. And even when Your lessons are cruel, when You scold me, even if it happens rarely, I still feel that I am loved by You. This is not the love of a tyrant who wants to suppress my will and make me obey and be afraid to look the other way. This is the love of my True Father, my Creator.

After all, it was You who gave me life on this earth, You gave me this body, and although neither one nor the other is strong and comforting, I know You gave them to me with love. Thanks to You I have reached my age, thanks to You I breathe, thanks to You I see the point of living on and fighting. I’m going to use everything You’ve given me, and I’m going to elevate it as much as I can, just please hold my hand. When I fall, I will definitely rise again if You stand in front of me.

Oh, Lucifer! Oh, Satan! My heart is pounding with extraordinary force whenever I say Your name! Such strength and authority, passion and grace in it! And I shudder with anger and resentment when I realize that it sounds like poison on people’s tongues, that Your image is defamed and they don’t realize how much they are mired in lies. But alas, I was not born for the front.

My place is in the rearguard. So guide me! If I don’t raise a burning sword, then I’ll raise my own weak, soft hand. If not threats I will growl with rumbling voice, then loving, healing instructions I will say with a gentle smile. In Your name, I will open the doors to knowledge, which means to You. In Your name, I will give hope to those who have lost it. In Your name, I will try to make my students fearless and independent individuals, which means I will have to be like that myself.

In Your name, I will live and do my best to strengthen Your already great might.