Dear Father,
Ta. texted me yesterday and asked me for a picture of myself. Just a normal picture. But I didn’t feel comfortable about it. One: He’s knowledgeable in witch craft, even if he doesn’t practice it. And two: What will he do with it? Use it? Use it deceitfully? Use it in fraud? Worse?
I was right not to be his friend, but I should’ve trusted my instincts from the beginning. Maybe I’ll learn from it. I’m sure I will, but it may be a series of painful lessons. Thanks to You, I was able to write today. It was kind of a praise poem? To Jesus? I don’t know if it’s any good or not. Honestly, it was easy? But maybe therein lies the problem. What did it cost me to offer it to You?