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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 154am. I just noticed that God spells good old days. We often hear about people reminiscing about the good old days. The funny thing is that years to come in the future now will become the good old days. What we have today will become the good old days. A reminder to appreciate the now and live in the now. There will come a time in the future when the page in this book will be a distant memory. This is page 86 of this book. Can you imagine someone reading this in 2086. Can you imagine this piece of writing surviving until 2086. That is 61 years into the future. I checked and it will be the 19th of Ramadan or there abouts on this day in 2086. May 3rd 2086 will be a Friday. May 3rd is the 123rd day of the year (non leap year).

So what could I put in a literary time capsule for someone reading this in 2086. One way to do this would be through a twitter search for God. Here are 10 tweets including the word God from May 3rd 2025 for anyone reading this in 2086. A snapshot of people talking to God today. Words spoken to God from 10 random persons on the internet on this day in 2025.

Woke up again today God is good (249am)

God bless our mothers 🙏 (302am)

God embedded and wired me not to give up (313am)

Indeed God has the final say (318am)

I only want what God wants for me... (330am)

Not good timing, God timing. (334am)

God is the realest G (340am)

God is in control (348am)

The God who created your heart can most definitely heal it. (356am)

Thank God for gift of life (404am)

I noticed that in all the timestamps, all digits from 0 to 9 were used except 7. I am going to wait until 437am to get a tweet from that time to make this complete. Is that some sort of OCD or should I say OGD (Obsessive God Disorder)? Which by chance has the letters of God.

May God open doors for us (437am)

Look at that. We started with one acronym for GOD (Good old days) and ended with another acronym for GOD (God opens doors). Would be cool if these were called Godonyms but that already has a different meaning. I want to end by saying that our now becomes the good old days and these are the doors to the future.
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