God let's talk

God, I have a question I want to ask you Only one my child, or maybe two. Okay let’s say I have a few. Then let’s talk what I can do for you….. Remember when I was growing up, a country girl. An innocent child. Yes, my daughter, I looked down upon you with a smile. Well everything was so simple then, ooh so sweet. My mom’s main concern was me getting hit by a car playing in the street. Uhm! I’m listening, but what are you trying to say? Somehow the sweet and innocent got lost along the way. I’ve always been there for you, watching you grow. Yes. And I think you. But there’s something I want to know You didn’t warn me about the things that would occur in my life From doing drugs, going to prison, running the streets and not all people are alike. From your mother’s womb you were that my love was the greatest of all. Yes, but where were you god when I stumbled, where were you when I did fall. I was right there holding your hand my child, helping you gets up. YOU ARE THE ALMIGHTY GOD! I had, had just about enough. My child, I gave you life and blessed you with self-will. All decisions that you made weren’t mine, but of your own will. So let me go through the trials, the tribulations and the storm. Through all your heartache and pain, your disappointment and let downs, I kept your life So one day you would make it home. God you could have stopped the drug, incarceration, the many mistakes. Yes, but I gave you life, and you chose what path to take. Even when I got tired, needed help, wanted out, you knew. I heard your many cries but the battle was up to you. Yes, my daughter, knowing one day you’d make a change. Okay, I understand how you gave life, mind, body, and soul. Temptation along the way, you let me chose which way to go. Yes, my daughter. I will never leave you nor forsake you, and this you have my word. I sent you messages along the way, but their message you never heard. You were so caught up in you sinful life. That you forgot there would be consequences for doing wrong instead of right. Now I get it. You let me go through many tests. Yes, my child I kept your life, because the wages of sin is death. So, god, now I know that you were there through the good, and the bad. Holding my hand all the time, now I don’t feel so bad. Everything happened in your life is what you chose to do. And through your grace and mercy your love and helping me to realize that what happens in my life and the choices I made for me.