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Sunday, January 15, 2012

A Letter to God.

Dear You,

I hope this letter turns out out to be all that I want it to be. I know that You know that I am grateful but I am not sure if it is enough.

It is safe to assume, I suppose, that you know how I am feeling. And probably more. And why. I can't believe I am as foolish as I am. I can't believe I forget my purpose, dear God. But you must believe me when I say that I do not mean to. I think You are wonderful to send me a thought or two to whisper to my other thoughts that they must direct themselves elsewhere.

Hope is a good friends to have, dear God. And you created it benign. Because it always lingers, smiling whimsically when I take a wrong turn. To be a friend to Hope is even better a miracle. Dear God, you know that I am capable of surprising myself and the thing about surprises is that they are rather surprising. And I am a confused lullaby of good and unintended bad but You take me as I am. I beg of you to guide me as I am because You know I will need it for as long as I live.

To find You when I cannot find anybody of my own is always a bit selfish of me, but maybe I lose my way to find yours again. Again and again. Each time I find myself more determined and each time the determination dies away. What is this madness, dear God? And here, I must tell myself that my faith is Fragile and a thing of beauty always is. I hope you find me beautiful in all my fragility, dear God.

And lastly, I must tell You and the world that there is a surge of a desire within me to be more brilliant than I have ever been. To parade with all my fears and take the lead and march on toward the End, where ever it is and what ever it is. I trust in where You will lead me, dear God, and I have learnt to trust my trust in You. And to everyone who underestimates the power of their prayers to You, I must tell them once and for all that there are miracles breathing in the air that surrounds them, only waiting to be Found. Because when you learn to find the miracles, you'll find that Dreams aren't quite distant to the One who carefully crafted the people who dream them in the first place. I have faith in the prayer of a heart, dear God, because in all the right moments, the prayer of a heart will find You and only You. And therefore, I believe, You must have no problem finding it in return.

Thank You, dear God, for everything that is and everything that is not. I might not be able to thank You enough, but I hope I keep thanking You all the same.

Thank You for listening.

Love,
Me.

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