Journal entry 2/1/2006

I am not that woman
Right now who I am is a distant image
Reamed by words
Tears so uncontrollable
Here I am, a mere little girl
Reaching for her daddy to hold her
The only true comfort I fee is
Spending time with you my Savior
Never thought words could tear me down
Now I know they can if I let them
I feel like the worst person in the world
And I have been
Now I am forced each and every day
to deal with more uncomfort
Lord, give me your spirit
Let me have your attitude
I will need to face the music
and let go of all the things that have hurt me to the core