Jesus is My Protection
December 11, 2022
Dear God, good morning. The reading today is about God’s protection. I have to admit that you have always been with me, Jesus, my whole life. Especially during my sorrows of losing my dog Annie girl to four-stage cancer. I was still grieving the death of my dog Annie-girl. I wrote you a note in two thousand sixteen that says, “Dear God and Jesus, please breathe life into my broken heart. I love you, dear God and Jesus. You are my savior. I love you.”
I was desperate for help and learned over the years how to get on my knees and pray to you, Jesus and ask for help. When Annie girl was diagnosed with four-stage cancer, I was devastated and could not stop crying. She was a special dog and a protector like you, Jesus.
And you, Jesus, protected me from harm all my life. Even though I have scars from being tortured by my biological mother, I still forgive her. I ran to my biological father for protection from my mother.
My dad was Bill the Bug Man because he was an exterminator and had his own business. I would beg him to take me to work with him. And most times, he did take me. I felt protected being with my father, and I was happy. I think that I was a four-year-old when I went on jobs with my father. It was a lot of fun. He exterminated bar rooms, restaurants, people’s houses, and apartments.
My father was a workaholic, and each time, sometimes, I would cry to go with him to work. My father protected me from my mother’s physical abuse towards my siblings and me. When my father found out that my mother was abusing me, he would beat her badly. I’m unsure why I’m writing about my childhood; I guess I needed to write about it.
Thank you for protecting me my whole life. I love you more!!