The Gardener

Thank you, for loving me enough to hurt me.

Sometimes I let myself believe that all is lost. 
Sometimes I feel that God has forgotten.
Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve pain.
Sometimes I think that prayers don't really work. 
Sometimes I want nothing more than to give up.

But other times in the waking hours of the morning, when I feel only despair, anger, confusion, and sadness...
I remember. 

I remember that God is the creator of all things.
I remember that he is all knowing.
I remember that he is constant.
I remember that he will heal those who trust and love him.
I remember that there is a plan.
I remember that he is my father.
I remember that one day, through faith in his plan..
 I will be like him.

He is the gardener here.