Why is it that God prepares us for sanctification?
Is it to make us pure?
Is it to make us honest?
I don’t know. I don’t have the answer.
I will tell you, however, that it is frustrating.
I know what I want, but I don’t see the other end of the rainbow.
Literally, I see the rainbow and the sun breaking through the clouds, but I still think about my Baby [Rae]. I didn’t plan anything of this, but it happens. I see her in my dreams, hear her from a distance and imagine us together. Why is this?
I don’t have the answers.
She lives at home, but goes to school in college in New York. She is royal and she is glory, but her parents hate me. They hate the division I have caused in the family. Now they must choose, G-d, or themselves.
I cannot intervene any longer. I love D, but she is her own person. I can’t be held accountable for her decisions. Even if it hurts me, I have to accept that she is going to look or love from other men, or women. Please Dear Father help her remain chaste. Amen.