I feel like I'm drowning in lies, and the harder I fight, the farther I sink. Sometimes  I feel like I'm so close to breathing in the lies. But You always deliver me. You always reach Your hand out to save me from taking that breath and instead pull me back above them to breathe clearly. You show me how to be alive in a world full of misconceptions. You give me hope. Thank You.
 
Sometimes I wonder why You stay when I was the one who killed You. But You hold my hand anyways, even when Your blood is on mine. Sometimes I stumble on the lies again and fall back down, but You never leave me alone to drown as You could. Thank You.

Love,  Your child.