Father...

FATHER…

My nightmare…

My dream…

My hope.

Hope…

Hope Bethel John.

I fear I will repeat the mistakes of those that came before me.

I am certain that I will not.

And those two things do not have to be mutually exclusive…

I will heal this tree.

He has healed my heart.

My father…

I know that my heart is so full of the desire to redeem my story.

To give my Hope the life she deserves…

My reason. My drive. My one and only.

My purpose. I will heal this world…

With love. And love alone… Father…

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