Dear God,

Okay, I've had my private pity party. Now I'm ready to try again to become the better me I'm intended to be. Thanks for your patience.

I've had a bunch of new thoughts and awarenesses after that dark time. I know that I have a unique purpose in life. You have given me many gifts, possibilities, and options, and when I ignore them I insult you. I'm sorry for that. I'll try to be more gracious and grateful, even when I'm afraid of taking action and stepping into the unknown.

I had a visual of standing in front of you when my life was over. (I didn't see any pearly gates, but there was a feeling of peace.) I was showing you what I had done in my life with what you had given me, and was handing back unused gifts, saying "Well, I didn't use these because I was focused on other people's lives -- the people I thought were more important than me." I then realized that I had wasted gifts meant only for me, and I was sorry.

I wonder how you remain constant in your love for me, despite the lack of appreciation you receive in return.

I wonder, and I feel blessed. Thank you.


Love,

Me