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The missing peace

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 212am. I drank a cup of water and I sit in the quiet of the night writing to You. I had a dream and part of that dream was me telling how I had found God and how that helped me. What does it mean to find You? I think it means You were missing, You were missing from my life even though You were always there all the steps of the way. And just like that it started raining at 223am for a brief moment. I can hear the raindrops on my galvanise roof.

I was lost and I found You. It was not an overnight mission for me neither is it a task that is complete. It took several years and small and gradual steps to reach this point where I can say that I found You. Where did I find You? You were everywhere but I had to open my eyes. I had to open my eyes and mind and heart to Your presence. Looking back on it, it is as if part of me was missing. An important part. Like a missing compass. How do I ensure that what is found is not lost again? I think continued prayers is the answer. Prayers as reminders that You are there and that You are listening.

I found this quote and it resonated with what needed to be said in this last paragraph. It goes, "the best way to find love is to find God". We are all really looking for love. And what better place to go to for this love than You. You are the source of all love. You are the source of all things. It makes sense to seek love and connection with something greater than ourselves firstly. You know us better than we know ourselves. It is 302am now and I can hear the rain again. Through God's love we can find the missing piece of ourselves. The missing peace for ourselves.

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