{August 25, 2015; A Prayer}

Dear God, 

Lonely. Ha. I thought, I falsely hoped that it would be gone, God.

As much as they love me, their love cannot fill me in the almost terrifying depths of me.

You're the only One. Take away this loneliness. I feel as if I should cry. Or put a wall up. Or do something.

All in all, cope in a way that isn't right.

But what is the use? What is the use anymore of coping in a way that isn't right and so tiring? I am tired of that, Ama.

I am tired of that, God.

I need You, only you.

Just please be who I need. Be you, God.

Please take away this bloody, hurting loneliness. Please.

Be my hope.

I need You.

But you, O Lord, are a shield around me; you are my glory, the one who holds my head high.

Psalm 3:3

You are my hope. You are everything that I need to get through the times that are hard. You are my perfect God who knows.

I love you, Ama. 

Love, 

Nichi