Dear God,

"Do broken pianos play broken songs? Do they have busted melodies for busted hearts? Is there a song living inside it that's waiting to get out? Her keys are shattered and her notes long since silent but I can still hear her song. Just listen, just listen." Tyler Knott Gregson

I was a broken piano playing broken songs because I had a busted heart and all I could hear was busted melodies. Yet you still stayed and played me because you saw underneath my broken heart was a song waiting to get out. Though, my keys are dusty and shattered, you continued tuning me. Fixing and healing my broken heart, patiently drawing out the song that was stuck inside me. 

Daddy, you continued stubbornly because somehow you saw the best in me even when I was at my worst. Somehow, you saw that underneath all the brokeness that I was under in, that I was asking for help on that day I turned 12 years old and have alwyas been before. 

"I've seen you at your worst and I still see you're the best."

I'll always be asking for your help on my knees. Because you've shown me, that I can always count on you and ask you for your help. Because you've always helped me and you've always been there even when I tried to ignore you because I was angry at you, back then. And I don't deserve you yet you still stay, even with my broken past and stupid mistakes. 

Even when I was angry and I tried to ignore you and I only came to you when I was afraid when I was a little girl, you still loved me and welcomed me with open arms. 

Is this that what true love is, God? Always choosing to love us even when we've hurt you so many times? Always seeing the best in us even when we're at our worst? Always sacrificing for us? Because I don't think, I can imagine this love. Because this love that you're always drenching on us is truer than the "love" that has broken my heart. 

Somehow, you still love me and welcome me with open arms. You welcome everyone with open arms and love. You see the best in everyone, maybe that's where I get it from. From you, Dada. 

Haha, yes. That's where I got it from. From you, Daddy. 

And this is where I hope to always be. To always be on my knees in your presence because this is where I belong. In you, in your presence. 

"If I speak in the tongues[a] of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 3 If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,[b] but do not have love, I gain nothing.

4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. 11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. 12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." 1 Corinthians 13:1-13

Love,

Nichi