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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,

It is 113am on Sunday. The night is warm. I wonder if there is any chance of the rain falling tonight? I have not read the forecast. Everything comes and goes in waves. God saves. Today is already the 13th of the 4th month. They say time waits on no one. Just the other day we were celebrating the new year. Time waits on no one except God I suppose. We often speak of God's timing. I just read that God waits for all. The idea is that You are patient and willing to give everyone an opportunity to turn to You. Your desire is for all people to come to know You and be saved.

What else rhymes with waves and saves? Haves looks the part although it does not sound the part. Haves as in, "life is about the haves and the haves-not". We normally think of this in terms of material things but we should really be thinking in a spiritual sense. If we have You, dear God, we have much. What does it mean to have God? My friend Gemini tells me that having God means experiencing a profound and personal connection with the ultimate source of existence, truth, and love, and this shapes our values, purpose, and relationship with the world.

So I now have (w)aves, (s)aves and (h)aves with initials wsh and was thinking what could wsh tell me? Wsh looks like a contraction of worship and wow at how this all makes so much sense. We need wor-ship to ride the waves of this wor-ld and God saves us from drowning if we haves faith in Him. I love when language connects for me in this way. I love when I can look for deeper meaning in my own special way. God, open my eyes to see all that is good. I have a new way to see worship now. We do not have to see the sea of life with fear as long as we can worship You. As long as we build that connection with You, we will all have sea wor-thy ships and You are our lighthouse.
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