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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,

Help me be a better writer. Writing is freedom of expression. Writing helps me to be a better person. I can find my place in this world through writing. I have a purpose. If my writing helps me then it could help others. Help me hone my writing voice. I want to be a voice of good. I want to be a voice of peace.

You have given me a gift. You have given me an opportunity. You have given me a chance. Let me put my writing to good use. Help me to be relatable. Help me to make sense. Help me to see my weaknesses and faults in writing and overcome them. I want my success to be measured by You. I say to myself, what would God think of my writing? Would God approve? Would God be pleased? How can I be a better writer in the sight of You? I do not want to be the best writer. I do not want to be a popular writer. I do not want to be a well known writer. I just want to be a good writer that creates ripples of good.

There is a role for writers in this world. Bless the writers now and then and to come. Bless our minds and hearts. Let us be encouraged and hopeful. Protect us from our ego and keep us humble. Keep us responsible. Words have power and with power comes responsibility. Let us lead by example. Let our words have a positive impact on our actions and the actions of others. A wise word is full of God.
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