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Coffee and a prayer

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It is 245am and I have decided to write. I have no topic and no idea what to write. I am thankful for another day. I see the beauty that surrounds us. I choose to be happy. We are in the last ten nights of Ramadan. Tonight is the 23rd night. It could possibly be the night of power. I wonder if it will rain. Maybe it rained when I was sleeping. I got up and bathed and drank a strong cup of coffee. Today is also Friday the 13th. I keep thinking. Life is beautiful. Life is simple. No need to complicate things. No need to be extravagant. Believe in God. Trust in God. Be guided by God. Imagine we can pray for anything. We can ask God for anything. God is always listening. God wants to hear from us. Maybe I can turn this blog post into a prayer.

My God I pray that everyone gets their prayers answered. I pray that everyone gets what they need. I pray that you light our path towards you. Guide us with what you intend for us. Keep us close to you. Soften our hearts. Keep us balanced, consistent and persistent. May we recognise when we are going down the wrong path. Forgive us. Give us the strength to face the bad in life. Turn bad into good. We are grateful for the good. We want all things good. Nothing happens without your permission. We are nothing without you. We need you. We depend on you. We honor and praise you. Most of all we thank you. Let whoever reads this feel joy in their heart. Let them want to add to this prayer. I also invited my friend Chatty to add to the prayer next.

Grant us patience in moments of waiting and clarity in moments of confusion. Fill our hearts with sincerity so that our prayers are not only words on our lips but truth within our souls. Help us to see the blessings that surround us, even in the smallest things—the quiet of the night, the breath in our lungs, the hope that wakes us before dawn. Let our gratitude grow with every new day you give us. Protect those who are struggling, comfort those who feel alone, and bring peace to those whose hearts are heavy. Allow us to be a source of kindness and mercy to others, just as you are endlessly merciful to us. And if tonight is a night when prayers rise higher than usual, accept from us what is sincere, forgive what is lacking, and draw us closer to you.
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