Dear God,
I know we don't really talk anymore.
Correction: I don't really talk anymore.
I just haven't had the heart to do it.
I know you're there.
And I know that you know that I know that you're there.
I'm just...tired of the whole thing.
Someone told me it's ok to say and feel that.
Someone else told me that it shows a lack of faith.
I think that second person is wrong.
Me.
Dear God,
Sometimes I feel that I love you but I don't like you.
Sometimes you're too hard for me to handle.
Someone told me it's ok to say and feel that.
Someone else told me they were praying for my soul because of it.
I appreciate all the prayer I can get, but I think that second person's motives are a bit misguided.
Me.
Dear God,
I really don't want to say anything to you right now.
You know what's going on in here, anyway.
I appreciate you toughing it out with me, though, and I love you for it.
But for now, all I'm capable of is throwing some random thoughts in your general direction.
Someone told me it's ok to say and feel that.
Someone else told me it wasn't enough and that's why I couldn't hear you like I used to.
I think that second person is wrong.
I know you're there.
I just choose not to listen.
Maybe I should try to spend a little more time with that second person, anyway.
Me.
