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The shape of faith

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 101am. I slept and I am awake now. Today I have some cleaning to do. What do I write about? That is the question. I came across this abbreviation that I think is cool. I remember coming across it before. It is G>∧∨ which stands for God is greater than my highs and lows. It is mathematical and geometric and I like it. Looks even better with a geometric G. Something like this <┐>∧∨ except imagine the first two symbols closer together to form a geometric looking G. Very ancient looking too. Also covers all the cardinal points of a compass. In any direction God is there. God, You are with us all the time, the past, present and future, through the good and the bad, the mountains and the valleys.

It contains five corners. Like the five corners or pillars of Islam or the five corners of the star in the moon and star. Even the word five has a corner in it and the word faith has five letters. It is good to have God in your corner. Reminds me of something that Reverend Al Sharpton said at a Morehouse graduation, "If you are on your side and God is on your side, that is all you need." As much as God is for us, we have to be for us. God will help us but we have to help ourselves. We have to avoid self sabotage that is like roadblocks to our blessings. The road to God is through the mountains and valleys. We must have faith and meet God at every corner. Whatever is around the corner, God is already there. To me, if faith was a shape it would be a star. Like a guiding light, a beacon in the darkness, and something that is both distant and yet reaches down to guide us.

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