do not extend their branches unwittingly
these branches tremble, cautiously unfurl
and offer an opportunity to meet, and to talk
beneath sun-drenched leaves
these are the kinds of dreams that linger
and yet I am too aware that forgiveness does not equal reconciliation
and so for now I forgive (but cannot forget),
and continue to cultivate the olive trees
in my heart
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God, I pray that you would protect my heart in the midst of disappointment. I pray that you would protect me from the depression that lurks too close for comfort. I pray that you would be my joy, my solace, and my strength. I don't know why my dad does what he does; help me to be satisfied in you, Lord.
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