Abba, I’m so sad. I need you to remind me of your love and your plans. I’ll admit I don’t have a lot of will to go on. I feel aimless, and directionless, and a bit hopeless. I don’t understand Father, why we had to endure this plan. Why my little girl who was wanted and loved is now dead. I miss her so much. I’m not mad at you, I just feel like I’m at the end of my rope. I don’t want to forsake you. And I don’t want to believe you’ve forsaken me. I’m so suffocated, like my soul can’t breathe, can’t rest, can’t truly be free when a major part of me was ripped from my body and soul without warning. I just wanted to let you know, I’m here, I love you, and I’m so brokenhearted.