Angela Hall

I’m not sure how she got in. I think it was through an open window, but she sneaked in and made herself at home. Self-loathing was her name. She was a large presence; she filled up most of any space. She would show me all my flaws. Telling me I needed to be thinner, younger, fitter. I could never please her. Soon, her close relative, ‘comparison’, barged her way in. At least she sat quietly in a corner most days, but when I let her speak, she had an incredibly loud voice. Comparison would let...

Dear child Yes you! I love you. You who have wandered away and are struggling to find your way back. I love you. You who have looked into other religions, trying to find purpose and scared to come back to me. I love you You who have been hurt by the people calling themselves followers of me. I love you. You who have been hurling insults at me. I love you. You who feel unseen and unheard. I love you. You who have been faithful to me all of your lives. I love you. You who have a quiet faith. I...

Dear child, each day I make the sun rise. May not always see it in all its glory. There may be clouds covering it. You may not have been awake to notice it, yet it's still there at the start of a new day. A new day means a fresh start, a clean slate. It means fresh hope. It's the beginning of new opportunities. Leave yesterday behind. Leave behind any regrets. Leave behind any hurts. Leave behind any failings. This is a new day. Let's walk through it together. Look up to me for all of your...