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Power of prayers

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 was awoken by the sound of rain. Beautiful rain. Some time has passed and it is almost midnight now and I am writing to You. I am struggling to think of what to write. I closed my eyes and chose a random verse from the Quran and the word patience appears and stands out to me in that verse. We really do need a lot of patience to survive this world.

We need to be patient with ourselves and we need to be patient with others. We need to be patient when things do not go the way we planned. We need to be patient when we are struggling. You know best when there is a delay or redirection. Your plan is better than my plan. You are the best of planners. My hand slipped and in error I typed ⁷ (that is to the power of seven). Soon after the rain started again but only for a short time.

I tried to make something of this moment and found my way to the 7 Ps for success. They are (p)lanning, pu(r)pose, p(a)in, positivit(y), pati(e)nce, pe(r)severance and pep(s). I like this and I am glad I found it but I would say that this is missing one thing and that is prayers. I noticed that the letters of the word (prayers) can be found in the 7 Ps for success. Prayers are the glue that brings all the pieces of success together. God, keep me praying to You. There is power in prayers.

Currently we are in Ramadan and the last 10 days and one of the last 10 nights is said to be the night of power which is better than a thousand months. Please accept our prayers and remind us to turn to prayers especially during pain and when our patience is being tested.

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