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My father is not doing well. I'm worried and frustrated. He won't go to the hospital. He's had either two or three rounds of antibiotics and tons of other medicine and inhalers and all that mess. He got better and worse them better, and now, worse again. They wanted to admit him last time he went to the doctor. He could barely breathe. I am so scared of what might happen, angry and frustrated. I wish I could make myself not angry. just wave a wand and make him better. He's the one sick, but I feel like I'm falling apart. I'm horrible for being so selfish. Uggh. I'm not handling this well at all.
Beliefs can be torture
Sep. 15th, 2009 05:22 amYou told me when I was young
That perfect love casts out fear.
Then you told me
That fear of the Lord
was a sign of righteousness.
And now you wonder why I am confused?
What's the truth?
Is God Love or is He fear?
Is He even a He?
I don't want to be afraid anymore.
I call Him LOVE.
Don't feed me your hypocrisy.
We are all worthy human beings.
