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Pause for a cause

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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 pray for the world. I pray for humanity. I pray for mankind. I pray together with anyone who is praying to You right now. I pray with all those seeking a miracle right now. I pray for all those with a cause. Because I know than You can help. Because Your power is bigger than the biggest problems. Because Your help is only a prayer away. Because You can put the right persons in the right places to make a difference.

Every cause has an effect. Every action has a reaction. We seek Your reaction for our prayers. I pause and I look at the sky. I ask myself why, like I have done several times before. Why the bad? Why the sad? Can we not be glad all the time? I sigh. Why? I ask again. I pause and I look at the sky again and I remember why. This life is just a test. This life is temporary. Your plan for us is bigger than our struggles. I pray that You reply to our whys and open doors of relief for all cause. I like how doors rhymes with cause. Prayers can open doors. If not in this life then in the next.

Maybe that is it. Instead of the bad that gets us sad, we need to get mad. But not in the typical sense. MAD stands for make a difference. Let us get mad at the bad and God will do the rest. I am glad that I wrote this letter to You. It brought clarity to my pause for a cause. Maybe this is Your reply to my why. We have the power to make a difference. We can put the mad in made and give cause to why You made all of this. We were made to make a difference. There is also an acronym in PAUSE. Pray, act, unite, serve, and empower to make a difference through God. Let us pause for a cause.
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