God--It's really hard to admit that I didn't like You for a long time. Mostly because I felt like You didn't like me very much. I've always thought of you as a man with pouffy white hair and wearing a long, black judges robe. I never really understood that until today. My pastor said, "if you think of God as your father, you may think badly of him because your dad was bad to you." I never met my father. You know that. But that can be just as bad--I've lived with not being wanted. Your word says that I am your princess, that I have the mind of Christ and that I am Your pleasure (among other things). God, I need help believing that. I want my heart to grow softer. I want to be able to let others in--to let you in. God, please help me be alive and free.