Okay, today is Sunday already in Indonesia. Idul Fitri is being celebrated by my moslem friends, brothers, and sisters. But you know what, behind these crowd, I feel lonely. I feel sad. I don’t meet, don’t talk, don’t share anything, don’t sing along with my Dad. even, in this Sunday, I don’t come to His home. how stupid I am, right? I can just enter His home, just talk with Him, just sing to praise Him, but I don’t do.
All because of I made some big sins. I feel that I’m too dirty to see the Holiest One. But starting today, I had promised Dad not to do such thingy and behave good. Toady also is the first day of my fasting week. I have something to ask from Dad.
I love You, Dad. I love You, Jesus.
Notes of Belthsazar 