LETTERS OF A WORRIED SOUL.

LETTER TO GOD

Dear God,
The last time I was in front of you I was speaking a language that I didn't even understand. Though this is a borrowed language, I understand it so I think I can express myself well.

God, you are good oo. Always when I see those dying and I am still alive then I get why people say you are merciful.

But God, I have come with another issue this time. It's my Christian life. I was taken from the streets to the church but always I am back on the streets. I have been trying. I know from up there, you have noticed my efforts.

Paapa, if it is possible can you walk by me every time so that when I am about to go wayward you just give a heavy knock. To be frank with you those people I met at the church are the caretakers of the business I partake in. Oh silly me, you know this already.

For the number of times I have confessed my sins to you, no man, not even me knows apart from you.
It tells you how the soul is willing but the body is weak. God, all I am saying is I need a personal tutor.

Oh, the Holy Spirit. Hmm, I fear for myself. I can't say much about that but what I need is a physical Holy Spirit. Don't say that pastor. You and I are aware he is focused on his expensive suits and getting the latest phones and cars in town. Ah, even the last time you saw him in my apartment.

God, I know you don't fancy Asa like Don Moen but I am sure you know her song, PREACHER MAN. She has a line which says "I need you now...I need you everyday", so God I seriously need you.

God, you know the last time I didn't pray for long how much more writing. I am tired. I will be waiting for the physical Holy Spirit since You answer when we call upon you.

Your Backsliding Servant

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