Dear God,
I know, I’m psychotic. Sometimes I seriously mess up: I drop mental spoons in the garbage disposal, I curse, and I could be more pleasant towards my brothers. And still, no matter how many prayers I miss, no matter how many nights I fall asleep without thanking you for one more day, no matter how many eye rolls towards my family members...you gave me coconut water. You gave me ten toes, ten fingers, and a beating heart. You gave me a flawless face, shiny hair, and an impeccable personality. You gave me a brain to reflect. A (little bit of a big) mouth to smile at strangers. Ears to hear your wisdom. Hands to distribute flowers to passerbyers, fingers to hold the door handle for three extra seconds to let the pregnant woman behind me at Whole Foods through. And still, I’m an idiot about it.
Make me happier: more carefree, more loving, more observant, more helpful. Through your guidance, let me realize that your opinion of me is the only one that wholly matters. That I shouldn’t worry about what everyone will think if I wear nail polish to the masjid because ITS PERMEABLE, I PROMISE, SO STOP JUDGING ME AUNTY.
Help me appreciate my parents more: Of course I love my parents. Maybe I don’t have the best way of showing it...and maybe I don’t as much as I should. Please help me figure out what exactly I can do to avoid them tsking almost every time I come downstairs in my UNICEF pajama shirt glory.
Help me know: Just help me realize my calling, my passion, what I’m here to do.
Promote overall positivity: I take it that I’m supposed to do good on earth. But exactly how?
Ripen the fruit of my labor: If I’ve worked hard, please reward me accordingly. Help me realize that the blood, sweat, coffee, and random nights my keyboard became my pillow was all worth it.
Appreciate nature: You’ve made a wonderful world. I wish I could see it more. I wish I could love it more.
I know you do everything you do for a reason. The thing is, I don’t do things for any reason. Sometimes I tell the barista “Oprah Teavana Chai, please” when I’m feeling a “Double Chocolate Chip.” Sometimes I shut people out for no apparent reason. Sometimes I laugh during moments I should cry, and other times I pronounce “salmon” as “SAHL-MOHN”. I know I got a lob...but I really need you to forgive me. The good part of this all is, you always do. You loved me at my darkest, and I will love you forever.
I know, I’m psychotic. Sometimes I seriously mess up: I drop mental spoons in the garbage disposal, I curse, and I could be more pleasant towards my brothers. And still, no matter how many prayers I miss, no matter how many nights I fall asleep without thanking you for one more day, no matter how many eye rolls towards my family members...you gave me coconut water. You gave me ten toes, ten fingers, and a beating heart. You gave me a flawless face, shiny hair, and an impeccable personality. You gave me a brain to reflect. A (little bit of a big) mouth to smile at strangers. Ears to hear your wisdom. Hands to distribute flowers to passerbyers, fingers to hold the door handle for three extra seconds to let the pregnant woman behind me at Whole Foods through. And still, I’m an idiot about it.
Make me happier: more carefree, more loving, more observant, more helpful. Through your guidance, let me realize that your opinion of me is the only one that wholly matters. That I shouldn’t worry about what everyone will think if I wear nail polish to the masjid because ITS PERMEABLE, I PROMISE, SO STOP JUDGING ME AUNTY.
Help me appreciate my parents more: Of course I love my parents. Maybe I don’t have the best way of showing it...and maybe I don’t as much as I should. Please help me figure out what exactly I can do to avoid them tsking almost every time I come downstairs in my UNICEF pajama shirt glory.
Help me know: Just help me realize my calling, my passion, what I’m here to do.
Promote overall positivity: I take it that I’m supposed to do good on earth. But exactly how?
Ripen the fruit of my labor: If I’ve worked hard, please reward me accordingly. Help me realize that the blood, sweat, coffee, and random nights my keyboard became my pillow was all worth it.
Appreciate nature: You’ve made a wonderful world. I wish I could see it more. I wish I could love it more.
I know you do everything you do for a reason. The thing is, I don’t do things for any reason. Sometimes I tell the barista “Oprah Teavana Chai, please” when I’m feeling a “Double Chocolate Chip.” Sometimes I shut people out for no apparent reason. Sometimes I laugh during moments I should cry, and other times I pronounce “salmon” as “SAHL-MOHN”. I know I got a lob...but I really need you to forgive me. The good part of this all is, you always do. You loved me at my darkest, and I will love you forever.
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