Saturday, January 1, 2011

Dad's Good For Me

I asked God, "What can I do?  He's sick, broken, 
and he feels so hopeless.  I want to help"

"Draw close to Me," God whispered.  "I will do the rest."

Dear Diary,

My Dad is sick.  He doesn't go anywhere... he just lays around the house trying to feel better and keeping me close by.  Mom says I'm good for Dad.  I say Dad's good for me.