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I walk in faith

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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 let go of all that is bad for me. I let go of the what worries me. I let go of what pains me. I let go of overthinking. I let go of wanting to be perfect. I let go of too many wants. I let go of bad news. I let go of negativity. I let go of thinking I am not enough.

God, You are enough for me. God, I am letting you take control of my life. God, I surrender to Your plans for me. I walk in faith. I am letting go and letting God. And just as I wrote that, the rain started pouring at 204am. Let that be a sign of Your presence and embrace. Let Your love rain over me. Let Your mercy give me direction.

If letting go in Your name. The let-ters of God can easily expand to God of direction. Show me the way. Keep me on Your path. I am open to the lessons* You are teaching me. I embrace the blessings You are pouring out. I know that Your timing is perfect. My heart is full of gratitude for Your constant guidance and love. I walk in faith with Your rain and Your reign*, and I am at peace.

*When I was finished I decided to do a word count and this chapter is 204 and 10 words.

*204 corresponds to the time rain began to fall and 10 words make up the highlighted statement.

*The rain might have fallen for about 10 minutes.

*I did a spell check after and there were two grammatical errors I spotted which I have highlighted and which is part of the word count. Seems as if even our mistakes are part of God's plans. Our mistakes are lessons.

*This is chapter 14
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