My Personal Prayer

God, Love & Family

I make an effort to talk to God every day, but there are days when the words to speak fail me. My mouth opens but it’s just blabber coming out. It’s like having a conversation with a 3-year-old; you sit there listening to them go on and on about nothing and most of the words they are using aren’t even actual words. Sometimes they use their arms for emphasis as if to make it seem like they’re really trying to paint a picture of what they’re saying, but it’s nothing. Literally nothing.

On days like that I write my prayers. It’s amazing how honest I can be on pen and paper. I’d even dare to say that the person I am in my journal is a far different version of me than the person most people would say I am in real life. My journal IS my real life though…

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