Letters

Dear Heavenly Father, I kept asking, and you just kept saying: "Lindsey, you already know the answer." And you never got annoyed with me, even when I asked you to say it again. And again. And maybe even one more time. And when I still stressed over it (and everything else), You quietly whispered to me: "Don't you trust me? Won't you believe that I'll hold up my end of the deal? I've got your back, Lindsey. Stop worrying so much. Just chill." Because You really won't let me down, and I really do need to stop worrying so much and to start trusting more. You understand and comfort and teach and correct and love with perfection. Always by my side; I just need to move the pavilion. It really will be okay, won't it?