I also learned that I didn’t matter; that I was insignificant to the Father, that my wants, needs and desires would always be subordinate to his will. His will—that haphazard collection of infantile wants and limitless power. The Father’s will is tyranny at its most basic level, an arbitrary order based on absolute power and a jealous pursuit of unconditional love. That is a love he is unwilling to give. But I am my Father’s child: he made me to want what he wanted, to need what he needed…
