Wayward Daughter

My conversation with God after months of non-communication.

Hello Father.
It's good to hear your voice again.
Sorry it's been so long. I'n a terrible daughter.
What matters is you're here now.
I know. I'll try to be better. Help me value my time with you. Help me listen, be humble, not to rebel or to be spiteful. Inevitably, I'll forget and I'll wander away again, I'm sure.
Yes, I know. And when you do, it breaks my heart but know I'll be here waiting for you to come back. When you look for me, look no further than here. We'll continue where we left off. Sometimes we'll disagree, and sometimes you may be mad at me, but my love will not change. It's all for your good...
Though it makes me miserable, I interrupt.
Yes, love will do that. That's how you grow. 
The more I grow, the more I realize that you're actually right about everything. Do you know how much I hate that sometimes? That I can't deny that you're right when it's so hard to to do right, and it seems the world is pressuring me to look the other way and to ignore you? You make my life so difficult.
I never promised it any other way.
It's hard to remember, though. But you've been honest with me from the beginning. To be the type of person you made me see that I want to be, you've made sure I know exactly what to do to get there. You've also told me that you know the task's impossible. Your standards are very high, Daddy. Even if I can't meet them, I want to try.

And with an embrace He tells me that even though I've just spent months ignoring his very presence, the fact that I came back, no matter for how long, the fact that I wanted to come home means he's proud of me already.
Welcome back, He says.