Dearest God in Heaven, Holy is your name above all things real and imaginable and invisible. I am reminded tonight of the time I have on this earth. Surely, I have less than 80 years to live, and that is being hopeful. I may only have one year, or one second. That is all up to you. I am in awe of your beauty and wonder, and as I sit here, quietly, while much of my city is asleep, I listen to the clock tick by, a constant reminder of my place in a realm that is much smaller in comparison to yours. How can I even try to fathom a place where time does not exist? How can I begin to fathom with my small mind a being so powerful and so Holy that He was not created by anyone but Himself? I mean, when my mind tries to go there, I hit a dead end. If God created everything I see, who created Him? This very question frustrates me to tears. But I know deeply in my heart that you are not mad that I ask this... because this very question in my heart is what makes my mind quiet down and my heart become silent. My soul flies high knowing that I am safe with You, in the arms of someone whose love for me is just as infathomable as the answers to my questions. I only pray that there were some way that I could worship you and be in your undivided presence one hundred percent of the time. But this cannot be so, for as hard as I try, I become preoccupied with this world- worldly beliefs, worldly posessions, worldly needs. I am not suicidal, Lord, but what I want more than anything is to be with You, and out of this world that distracts me from You. Thank You eternally for your Son, thank you eternally for my life, my soul, my chance to know you. You are my King forever and ever, no matter what. I love you.
Trying to put my thoughts into words, although words really don't express them... God is so awesome.
Trying to put my thoughts into words, although words really don't express them... God is so awesome.
