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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 early and I was browsing quotes about God that would inspire me to write something beautiful. Looking back I like how write and right sound the same. I saw this quote that stood out to me and had me thinking, "God is love and love is real". If you believe in love, you essentially believe in God. I looked at the phrase God is real and the initials GIR and saw that it fits in the word RIGHT. God is in the middle of riGht. Go one  way and you get God is real and go the other way and you get God's honest truth.

God, You are the right fit. It makes sense to believe in You. I take a step back and it is clear that You are the answer. You are the guide. You are the anchor. You are the constant that holds everything together in a world where things seem uncertain. It is not about having all the answers but trusting that You are always there leading me in the right direction. I ask for Your guidance. Help me stay grounded in Your truth. I trust in Your love and I align my life with Your purpose. I want to live a life that reflects Your goodness where every choice points back to You. Thank You for being the right fit for my life.
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