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I look around

This is another page from my ninth book called "Dear God". I was inspired to write this book after writing "I am voting for God" on my blog. It continues in that format. Short letters (or prayers) to God. It gives me an opportunity to write more and write to God at different moments in my life.
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Dear God,

I look around and see the clouds that bring the rains that life depends on. I see the sunshine that gives us energy. I see the balance of nature and complexity of life. I see the progress that intelligence drives. I see the mothers that give birth to new life. I see the doctors that cure illness. I see the laborers that endure the heat of the day. I see the colourful sunsets and the majestic mountains. I see so much and I tell myself that this could not be by accident. There must be a God and there must be purpose and meaning to our being.

I also see the bad. The destruction, wars and poverty. The greed and senselessness. The wickedness and sadness. The discomfort and illnesses. Badness threatens our sensibilities and feeds disillusionment but it also lends to our purpose. It positions us to make the best of what we have and where we are. It makes sense to have faith in You and work towards the hereafter.

There is purpose in creating a better world. There is purpose in working towards a better world. There is meaning in overcoming and solving our problems. There is joy in doing the right things. As I see it, You give us life and free will and we search for purpose and give life meaning. You are infinitely wise and I have faith in Your reasons. You are the antidote. You gave us pain but You also gave us the rain to wash away the pain, metaphorically speaking. I look around and I see that God is in each drop of rain.

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