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I was just thinking about how, in the last couple of weeks, I remembered how AWFULLY I treated my dad when I was growing up. My mom used to have me get on the phone with him and would say the most nasty things anyone would ever say to anyone. And when I was there visiting I was such a little terror. Especially to my step-mom. Those poor people. And now... after all I did to them and the things I said to them, they love me so much, and treat me like I mean the world to them. Then there's my mom. Who I know I was awful to, also. I said horrible things to her, too, and treated her like dirt, too. But I've turned out fine, and I'd think I'd be a good kid to brag about. I've worked so hard to be a 'prized child', one that she can be proud of, and it's still not enough. I'm still not good enough.
Her loss, I guess...
I'm good enough for Jesus.
Her loss, I guess...
I'm good enough for Jesus.