Thank you Father God for allowing me to fail, for I have learned more from failure than I could have ever learned from this world’s popular ideal of success.
No, you were not the cause of my failures, because like any good parent, you do no harm to your children. As I was falling you never left my side, always there to turn to when I asked for help, always with love.
Thank you Father, because what kind of weak, spoiled and stupid brat would I have been had you not allowed me to see the error of my ways. How would I know what a loving, kind, wise and forgiving God you are had I been protected from injury? From skinning my knees.
I would have never had the chance to see just how much you care, how much you love me, if I had not been allowed to feel the savagery of the world and then know the difference of your embrace.
Because of you I now know empathy for other’s suffering, can sympathize with those who are going through hard times and tell them that they too, have a father that cares. Every day I shall wear a smile on my face and have a kind word (among other choice ones) just because I know that you are there, always watching, always ready with love.
I feel sorry for those who won’t hear your voice, they don’t know what they are missing, what it is like to know that in the midst of the worst moments of their lives, they are NEVER ALONE. The comfort that you bring.
Help me Father, to be strong enough to endure the attacks that will come from being your child, to be more like you and less like me. Loving, kind, understanding, wise and caring.
Help me to do the things that you want me to do, to tell people about you and show them how great you are through the example of my life. Give me the humility and courage to focus on you and not myself.
And thank you Father once again, for allowing me to fail.