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Oh, my God, my Heavenly Father, here I stand a broken daughter. Lord, hear my plea and lend Your ear. You knit me together in my mother’s womb, knowing what mistakes Your daughter would make . You made me who I am, and knew me before the world even began, your scriptures say that even before the world knew me, you knew each strand on my golden head . You knew me, and yet I have stumbled bruised and bloodied into Your throne room. I am unfit, to even been in Your presence, but even in the darkest, sin induced coma, you have spoken my name with tender love, and yet here my story is in ink. I will now call to mind my past, and how my hindrances have wronged You, Oh Lord. My past is riddled with sin filled pox-marks and the ooziness of my failures. My mother was married to a man, a man I never knew to by my father, past the age of three. Stories have been told about this man, and thus he’s shrouded in negativity. There were a few years where I thought he may uncover himself and be the father every little girl wants her father to be, however I will come to that story later. My mother was fallible, like all people since the Fall, Lord, but her decision led to promiscuity with another man, and later a divorce from her husband, my father. The man she married was a Native American, and Lord, I know that is no excuse for my prejudices, but he raised me for half of my life and did a sordidly poor job. This man, who my mother lived with in sin, moved my mother and I on to the

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