Letter XVIII

Dear God, 


Does it make sense when I say that knowing that people do love me, that I am loved - comforts me, but it will never truly comfort me? That I need something more than that knowledge? 

What the more that I need, is You, God. I need You. You are the more, You always will be. You always have been, you always will  be. You are Everything, You are More - showing me what can be and what will be and what is less and what is more and what is true and lovely and beautiful and right and wrong; and giving me time when I most likely don't deserve time. 

Help me to let You be my God. Help to let You be my Savior. Help me to let you be my Helper. Help me to let you be my Comforter. Help to let you be my Morning Star. Help to let you hold my hand. 

I need you. I need You, God. I always will, help me truly know that. 




Love, 

Nichi


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