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Life happens. I thought I could do it all by myself. Isn’t it true that our life is in our own hands? So I ran—from my Maker. I chose to live on my own terms. 

I shouted and blamed You when I couldn’t make things work. I was frustrated, broken, and lost. But was it Your fault that I had pushed You away? Still, You didn’t walk out on me. Even when I whispered for a miracle, You showed up—faithful and loving.

Now, halfway into the year, I feel the weight of the distance I created. I miss You. I miss the sweet fellowship we once had. I miss the peace that came from simply being in Your presence. I feel like I’m dying a little more each day without You. My heart longs for You to breathe fresh life into me.

Dear God, the hustle made me a prodigal girl.

So here I am, Lord. I don’t want to run anymore 😭. Can we go back to that sweet, loving relationship we had—the one where I knew I was Yours and You were mine?

With all my heart,
Ayanfeoluwanimi
Your Beloved Daughter