When there is hate

It has been a month since my daughter was found.  I haven’t been able to talk with her directly as one would expect from a daughter and father.  Coming from having a great and close relationship with her in the past and from her being the happiest thing before my eyes has blown me away and made me humble before the reality that has set it.

She has been taught to hate from her mother.  During our marriage, her mother express hate and anger with no limits and to no end.  Her threat to me if I ever left her way to destroy my daughter and make her an instrument of hate to which she had succeeded, so far.

In all of this, I pray to or Father that there is frustration in my heart.  That He protect my daughter and in time, that we reunite in happiness.  That her mother somehow be touched and change her ways.  No child should be taught to hate, especially from their own parent.

Hate and anger are very powerful and are embedded in us.  So is love and in love I believe in.  Love in our lives is as close as family, friendship, and as small as a kind gesture or a smile.  Love exists and it does so for my daughter.  I remember her thinking that I was the greatest dad and she always proud of me as I was with her. God knows what her mother has done to her to break her down and make her so resentful.

For now, my daughter refuses to talk to me.  Her family ins Singapore encourage her to be resentful. Despite all this, I place it in God’s hands.  I will be a good father to my daughter and I will pray and wish for the best.

I pray that after reading this, you will pray for all children in this world that suffer from the cruelness of others.  They are here to reinforce our love but think about the state of mankind when it turns against their own children.  Who are we in God’s eyes?  Pray and forgive.

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