Dear God,

I know you've got amazing plans for me. But I can't help shake the feeling that I was totally centered in those plans, and that I've messed them all up. So now what? What if I'd realized Your plan, and ruined it? Does that mean I've ruined the rest of my life? I have no idea, and that's a scary thought to entertain.

So I'm going to listen to everyone around me, and what Your word tell me. I'm going to believe that things didn't work out for a good reason. I'm going to tell myself that You're going to send me someone who's going to turn this all upside down. Someone who will love me exctly as I am, and accept my mistakes and scars, and help me move on from them.

I love you, Lord. I know that You're the only reason I can get out of bed. Even though it hurts, I'm so glad I can still get up and move.

God, I still have my days. I still have days that hurt, and I still cry and boo-hoo. And it's hard to go on from things that have happened. But while I still think You over-estimate me sometimes, I know that You won't being me to it if You won't being me through it.