I woke up around 5 in the morning today and couldn’t stop crying and trembling. I had dreamt that I was with my dad. in my dream, i had been repeating over and over that he had broken my heart and that I couldn’t possibly forgive him.

in reality, my heart isn’t broken over my dad. it’s broken over my sister. i want to tell her how beautiful she is, how worthy she is to be healed. that the way God looks at her isn’t at all how she looks at herself. she is precious. you are precious. He will restore you. and you will proclaim his goodness and be a witness of his faithfulness.