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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 woke up to the sou-nd of rain. I am thinking about my soles and my soul and how they sou-nd the same and how they are related. Keep my soles and my soul connected and on the right path. Keep me grounded. Keep my steps in harmony with my higher purpose. Let my soles move forward on a path that aligns with my soul. My soles connect to the earth and my soul connects to You.

I know that each step I take carries weight - physically, mentally, spiritually. Sometimes, I wonder if I am walking with who I truly am or if I am being swept by the noise of this world. Guide me, God, so that each footstep leaves a mark of purpose. My soul purpose is to love and be guided by Your love. You are love and You made me with love and You have given me the capacity to love and feel love.

Help me remember that the journey of the sole is not just about movement, but about growth. And the journey of the soul is not just about destination, but about understanding. Let my steps reflect the peace I seek within. May the rain wash away the doubts that cloud my mind. May the earth beneath my feet remind me of my roots. Keep my heart open, my intentions clear, and my spirit free.

The sole purpose of life is to discover the true path of the soul. Let every lost soul be found, for we are never alone and we have You. In Your grace, let me walk forward with courage, knowing that every step, no matter how small, carries me closer to the light of Your love. Let my soles carry my soul to Your love with my arms wide open. You are the sou-rce of all the love.
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